BY MARY ROBERTS, AUTHOR OF "THE PROGRESS OF CREATION, CONSIDERED WITH REFERENCE TO THE PRESENT CONDITION OF THE EARTH," "CONCHOLOGIST'S COMPANION," &c. Wave on, ye old memorial trees, In the wintry wind and the summer breeze: Beacons ye are of days gone by, Of grief and crime, of the tear and sigh. Ah! may they never come again, In hut or hall, on hill or plain!…
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