To Miss Mary Ann C.

There is a land of endless life
Where lovers pass away
And leave these coarser scenes of strife
And unrefined clay
A land of love and pure delight
In never fading flowers
There Mary's love shall take its flight
From this cold world of ours

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Thy beaming eyes shall brighter be
Thy cheeks pure roses glow
Thy person with the clime agree
More white than driven snow
That bosom in itself a soul
Shall be immortal soon
Where each one hides a happy mole
Like burs around the moon

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Thyself shall be the angel there
Mid scenes for ever green
In flowers for ever bright and fair
Shall Mary live serene
I'll kiss the mole on either breast
Where mortals ne'er reprove
And share in my eternal rest
Her everlasting love
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