(Macmillan'S Magazine, Dec. 1864.) Two Days Ago With Dancing Glancing Hair, With Living Lips And Eyes: Now Pale, Dumb, Blind, She Lies; So Pale, Yet Still So Fair. We Have Not Left Her Yet, Not Yet Alone; But Soon Must Leave Her Where She Will Not Miss Our Care, Bone Of Our Bone. Weep Not; O Friends, We Should Not Weep: Our Friend Of Friends Lies Full Of Rest; No Sorrow Rankles In Her Breast, Fallen Fast Asleep. She Sleeps Below, She Wakes And Laughs Above: To-Day, As She Walked, Let Us Walk In Love; To-Morrow Follow So.