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I seek the lone and darksome vale,
Where silence reigns profound.
Where silence reigns profound.
But not the moon, in vestments pale,
Or sun, in splendour bright,
Or shady bow'r, or darksome vale,
Can yield my soul delight:
Or sun, in splendour bright,
Or shady bow'r, or darksome vale,
Can yield my soul delight:
Nor the soft tints of fading eve,
Or morning's rosy beam,
Cheer the sad heart that's doom'd to grieve,
Or dry dark sorrow's stream.
Or morning's rosy beam,
Cheer the sad heart that's doom'd to grieve,
Or dry dark sorrow's stream.
At night, weigh'd down with woe and care,
I bend to God the knee,
Kiss our dear babes, and breathe a prayer
For happiness and thee.
I bend to God the knee,
Kiss our dear babes, and breathe a prayer
For happiness and thee.
