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SO LES FETJIELES DE SAIILE.
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V.—LES PEUILLES DE SAULE. : «> :— ¦ ¦ •
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; ? ; — XT air etait pur; un dernier jou...
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¦ . . ¦ • . . In Faithful Life's Dail As...
Suddenly Death ' s angel met him in his duty's daily path , Wlien the fierce flames raged around Him , furious in their fiery wrath ;
Roaring like the ocean ' s thunder , while the river rolled in flame , Mocking at man ' s puny efforts , on the fiery Horrorcaine ; - _—^ _~~
Then he fell , but dying , left us an imperishable name . Thrilled the great heart of the nation with Death ' s hand upon its chords ,
With a burst of love and sorrow far too deep for spoken words ; Solemnly the gathered myriads stand bareheaded in the street
, As with mute , but heartfelt reverence , they the sleeping hero greet ; For when Death rides with the victor , silence is the homage meet .
Let no crown of shining laurel rest upon this hero's grave , Thatthe blood-stained warrior ' s guerdon , not Ms meed who died to save ;
Honored _, by the great and noble , from the cottage to the throne , Leaving us a bright example of life ' s duty bravely done ,
He hath passed the golden portals , and the " Crown of Life " hath won .
E . B . P .
So Les Fetjieles De Saiile.
SO _LES _FETJIELES DE _SAIILE .
V.—Les Peuilles De Saule. : «> :— ¦ ¦ •
V . —LES PEUILLES DE SAULE . : «> : — ¦ ¦
; ? ; — Xt Air Etait Pur; Un Dernier Jou...
; ? _; — XT air etait pur ; un dernier jour d ! automne JEn nous quittant arrachait la couronne
Au front des bois ; Et je voyaisd ' une marche suivie ,
, Fuir le soleil , la saison et ma vie , Tout a la fois .
Pr _& s d ' un vieux tronc , appuyee en silence , Je repoussais l'importune presence
Des jours mauvais ; Sur l ' onde froideou 1 'herbe encor fleurie ;
, Tombait sans bruit quelque feuille fletrie , Et je r _£
vais!—Au saule antique incline sur ma t 6 te Ma main enlev _§ , indolente et distraite
, Un vert rameau ; Puis j ' _effeuillai » a depouille legere ,
Suivant des yeux sa course passag _& re Sur le ruisseau .
De mes ennuis jeu bizarre et futile ! J'interrpgeais chaque debris fragile
Sur _Tavenir ; Voyons , disais-je h la _feuiHe entrainee ,
Ce qu ' a ton sort ma fortune enchain 6 e Va devenir . r
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Sept. 1, 1861, page 30, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01091861/page/30/
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