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Poems.
'T will rouse deep thoughts of other days,
'T will quicken feeling's spring,
And to this heart that loves thee much,
A saddened joy 't will bring.
Then breathe for me one gentle lay,
For it will soothe my pulses play.
'T will quicken feeling's spring,
And to this heart that loves thee much,
A saddened joy 't will bring.
Then breathe for me one gentle lay,
For it will soothe my pulses play.
There is a "winter in my soul!"
A sadness in my heart,
And it can feel no greater bliss,
Than what thou canst impart.
Then let me listen once again,
To thy voice's melting strain.
A sadness in my heart,
And it can feel no greater bliss,
Than what thou canst impart.
Then let me listen once again,
To thy voice's melting strain.
There 's gladness in thy sparkling eye,
There 's sweetness in thy tone,
That cheers this lonely heart of mine,
Though other joys have flown.
Then, touch the lyre, and let it tell
Of moment's past, remembered well.
There 's sweetness in thy tone,
That cheers this lonely heart of mine,
Though other joys have flown.
Then, touch the lyre, and let it tell
Of moment's past, remembered well.
MORNING.
Day opes his gates,
All nature wakes,
All nature wakes,
