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And there 'neath the dark sea's foamy crest,
In the mermaid's bright coral cave;
Ere the twenty hours of time had prest,
That noble crew had all gone to rest,
In the ocean's unfathom'd grave.
In the mermaid's bright coral cave;
Ere the twenty hours of time had prest,
That noble crew had all gone to rest,
In the ocean's unfathom'd grave.
REPLY TO A QUESTIONER.
Thou asked if I was ever sad?
If grief ne'er dimmed my eye?
If I was always gay and glad,
If sorrow passed me by?
If grief ne'er dimmed my eye?
If I was always gay and glad,
If sorrow passed me by?
Do thorns not mix with flowers,
Along our pathway here?
Are not life's fleeting hours,
Oft moistened with a tear?
Along our pathway here?
Are not life's fleeting hours,
Oft moistened with a tear?
Ask of the buried past,
If cherished hopes are there,
Within its confines cast,
To wither with despair.
If cherished hopes are there,
Within its confines cast,
To wither with despair.
Visit the gayest scene,
And find the lightest heart;
See if its joyous beam,
With sorrow hath no part.
And find the lightest heart;
See if its joyous beam,
With sorrow hath no part.
