In his breast
The ruddy fount of life convulsive flow'd
And his broad eyes, fix'd motionless as death,
Gaz'd vacantly aghast !
In his breast
The ruddy fount of life convulsive flow'd
And his broad eyes, fix'd motionless as death,
Gaz'd vacantly aghast !
Then, my mourning heart did say,
Thus Youth shall vanish, Life decay.
Five long years,
Had seen his graces wither ere his Spring
Of life was wasted.
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