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MY SOUL IS DARK.

I.My soul is dark—Oh! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear;And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again;If in these eyes there lurk a tear, 'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain:

II.But bid the strain be wild and deep, Nor let thy notes of joy be first:I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, Or else this heavy heart will burst;