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They hail'd the bridal morrow,
Which dawn'd to see them blest,
But ah ! ere eve, what sorrow
Fill'd Anna's gentle breast!
She saw the Hudson's wave
Become her Henry's grave!
And Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps
Beneath the weeping willow.
She saw beneath the willow
Her lover laid to rest,
The earth his nuptial pillow,
And not her artless breast :
Around his mossy tomb
The early daisies bloom,
There Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps, ?
Beneath the weeping willow.
To the old, long life and treasure,
To the young, all health and pleasure,
To the fair, their face
With eternal grace,
And the rest to be lov'd at leisure,
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