...soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling...

...soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling...

...soul is wanting there. Her's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which...hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past awayt Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth — Whkh gleams — but warms no more its...

...loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty with that fearful bkiom, That hue which haunts it to the tombExpression's last...round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth — Which gleams — but warms no more its cherished...

...soul is wanting there. Her's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which...receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewel beam of Feeling past away! Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth— \Vhich gleams...

...beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding pay, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away! Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth — Which gleams — but warms no more its cherished...

...soul is wanting there. Tier's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb— Expression's last receding ray, A-gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling...

...soul is wanting there. Her's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling...

...soul is wanting there. Her's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; i But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling...

...soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling...