My Father'S Grave, I Heard Her Say, And Marked A Stealing Tear; Oh, No! I Would Not Go Away, My Father'S Grave Is Here! A Thousand Thronging Sympathies The Lonely Spot Endear, And Every Eve Remembrance Sighs, My Father'S Grave Is Here! Some Sudden Tears Unbidden Start, As Spring'S Gay Birds I Hear, For All Things Whisper To My Heart, My Father'S Grave Is Here! Young Hope May Blend Each Colour Gay, And Fairer Views Appear; But, No! I Will Not Go Away, My Father'S Grave Is Here!
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