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They die-the dead return not-Misery / Sits near an open grave and calls them over, / A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye- / They are the names of kindred, friend and lover, / Which he so feebly calls-they all are gone- / Fond wretch, all dead! those vacant names alone, / This most familiar scene, my pain- / These tombs-alone remain.
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Misery, my sweetest friend-oh, weep no more! / Thou wilt not be consoled-I wonder not! / For I have seen thee from thy dwelling's door / Watch the calm sunset with them, and this spot / Was even as bright and calm, but transitory, / And now thy hopes are gone, thy hair is hoary; / This most familiar scene, my pain- / These tombs-alone remain.