A Sequel to Don Juan — page 156: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 147 LX. She—once the bright, the beautiful, the proud— The centre of the fashionable sphere— The queen of taste, to whose decree all bowed,— She, to admiring relatives so dear— ‘The morning star of splendour—’neath the cloud Of darkness set :—one short but fatal year Witnessed the love, the fall, and the decease Of Adeline !—Unto her ashes Peace ! LXI. ‘¢Unto her ashes Peace !’’—And is this all That men can say for the departed one 4 And can no prayers nor lamentations call The spirit back ? Ah! poor ephemeron, Doomed in thy prime and joyous youth to fall— Destined to yield ere half thy course be done, Where are thy glories now ¢—instead of them, ‘“< Peace to thine ashes”’ is thy requiem! LXII. Peace to thine ashes !—Oh ! sleep on in peace ; And may the world that judged thee also know Peace, if it can. The sorrowing soul’s release | Should check, and not call forth the chrystal flow Of tears :—then why repine at the decease Of hearts pierced with the iron of earth’s woe ?— Rather should we rejoice, and bless the day When from their sorrows they were borne away ! COMmiclooks.con