to my mother.
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Many days, long nights, with glimmering light,
They devotedly watched the sickly child;
Months roll'd on ere the blue eye became bright,
Thank God! I'm now well by your side!
They devotedly watched the sickly child;
Months roll'd on ere the blue eye became bright,
Thank God! I'm now well by your side!
THE ALHAMBRA.
OH! hail thou ancient time worn honour'd pile,
With bright frescoed roof and gay Moorish tile;
Once the abode of Boabdil the Great!—
Mighty king! how fallen is thy state,
Within thee dwellest a huddled crew;
Those rich gaudious halls once only knew
The lively song, and soft silvery lute;
And in the dust, alas! now they are mute.
Alhambra! how glorious in thy fall,
Noble thy defence—a monument to all!
With bright frescoed roof and gay Moorish tile;
Once the abode of Boabdil the Great!—
Mighty king! how fallen is thy state,
Within thee dwellest a huddled crew;
Those rich gaudious halls once only knew
The lively song, and soft silvery lute;
And in the dust, alas! now they are mute.
Alhambra! how glorious in thy fall,
Noble thy defence—a monument to all!
