Poems (Baldwyn)/Lines written on leaving Alburgh
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LINES WRITTEN ON LEAVING ALBURGH.
Soft is the breeze that whispers through the flow'rs;
The waves' melodious murmur too we hear;
And light effulgent gilds the ling'ring hours,
As sounds melodious touch the weari'd ear.
The waves' melodious murmur too we hear;
And light effulgent gilds the ling'ring hours,
As sounds melodious touch the weari'd ear.
The solemn mountain rears its lofty crest,
And hides its glory 'neath heav'n's ethereal cloud,
The dark trees on the shores do calmly rest,
And evening's purple hues the east enshroud.
And hides its glory 'neath heav'n's ethereal cloud,
The dark trees on the shores do calmly rest,
And evening's purple hues the east enshroud.
When far remov'd from thee, thou glorious scene,
Mem'ry will treasure this sweet hour: farewell
Many lone days, like shades, must intervene
Ere I one happy day near thee may dwell.
Mem'ry will treasure this sweet hour: farewell
Many lone days, like shades, must intervene
Ere I one happy day near thee may dwell.