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THRENODY.
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III.
O ardent soul that loved the Right—
Most noble youth who grasped the brand,
When Freedom, from her towers of light,
Called far and near, "Come, save the land!"
Friend, brother—in the rush and roar
Of battle-tides swept out to sea—
We stand together on the shore,
And all our hearts cry out for thee!
O ardent soul that loved the Right—
Most noble youth who grasped the brand,
When Freedom, from her towers of light,
Called far and near, "Come, save the land!"
Friend, brother—in the rush and roar
Of battle-tides swept out to sea—
We stand together on the shore,
And all our hearts cry out for thee!
IV.
Oh lost! no more when feasts invite,
And airs grow rich with jest and song,
When Sorrow, ghost-like, flits from sight,
Wilt thou the cheery laugh prolong:
For thee shall roses bloom no more,
Nor rivers roll, nor fountains play;
Nor sunsets blush, nor swift winds soar,
Nor white moons charm the night away.
Oh lost! no more when feasts invite,
And airs grow rich with jest and song,
When Sorrow, ghost-like, flits from sight,
Wilt thou the cheery laugh prolong:
For thee shall roses bloom no more,
Nor rivers roll, nor fountains play;
Nor sunsets blush, nor swift winds soar,
Nor white moons charm the night away.
V.
And yet arise the glowing morns;
The starry evenings yet return;
Still Love her golden shrine adorns,
And bids the costly spices burn;
But if some far land stays the sea,
If tides that sink will surely swell,
And yet arise the glowing morns;
The starry evenings yet return;
Still Love her golden shrine adorns,
And bids the costly spices burn;
But if some far land stays the sea,
If tides that sink will surely swell,
