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Vol. VIII.
RICHMOND, VA., NOVEMBER, 1882.
EDITORS:-Mu G. W. QUICK, M. L.
Sigma Rho,
F.
F.
FOWLER,
G. W.
YOUNG;
WOOD.
BUSINESS MANAGER :-R.
C.
HUBBARD.
GONE, I.
Gone, gone, gone ! And wrapt in a sable robe is my heart, More black than the robe I wear; And the heart below is crumbling apart, For its burden is too heavy to bear; And my life is breaking fast away For the love that lies buried here; And my life seeps down beneath the clayAs a soul to all that i~ dearTo lie with him that is gone: The sunlight is sickly-the future looks drear~ And the dew is chilling my heart . II.
Gone, gone, gone I 0 my heart I why live but to break?" Why live to know but grief? Oh I burst and be free, and the breaking will make For thee and for me a relief; For what is there left to UEt now, save life With a crushing burden of- woe? 0 death ! it were¡ kind that you end our strife, And let us sweetly go, And be with him that is gone: The light'ning-crushed oak lies shattered and low, And the ivy's heart's ready to break,
No.2. Philologian,