apostrophe to the mississippi.
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He gazed on thee, and thought, perchance,
Of bliss till now unknown;
When thy relentless billows part,
And claim him for thine own.
Of bliss till now unknown;
When thy relentless billows part,
And claim him for thine own.
The bridal wreath so fondly worn,
Was withered in an hour,—
Crushed by a fearful weight of woe,
There lay a tender flower.
Was withered in an hour,—
Crushed by a fearful weight of woe,
There lay a tender flower.
The fragrance of that opening flower,
Was given to the morn,
And ere the evening sun was low,
Its sweet perfume was gone.
Was given to the morn,
And ere the evening sun was low,
Its sweet perfume was gone.
The mournful cypress now replaced
The lovely orange wreath;
And sable robes were gathered close
This emblem sad beneath.
The lovely orange wreath;
And sable robes were gathered close
This emblem sad beneath.
An emblem fit it was to wear,—
For truthfully it spoke;
A loving nature has been crushed—
A gentle spirit broke.
For truthfully it spoke;
A loving nature has been crushed—
A gentle spirit broke.
