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miscellaneous poems.
Too soon, too soon, alas! thou'dst find,
My birth-place not celestial,
And from an angel, I would sink
Into a sad terrestrial.
My birth-place not celestial,
And from an angel, I would sink
Into a sad terrestrial.
Then let confiding faith be shown,
And manly—honest feeling,
"A leal light heart" can never throb
With ought that needs concealing.
And manly—honest feeling,
"A leal light heart" can never throb
With ought that needs concealing.
THOUGHTS.
My bosom once rejoiced to treasure,
Hopes of many a joyous measure,
Ah! poor bosom, thou hast known,
What it was to find joy flown.
Hopes of many a joyous measure,
Ah! poor bosom, thou hast known,
What it was to find joy flown.
Once my heart beat proudly, brightly,
Beamed my eyes, more clearly, brightly
Ah! poor heart thy peace is o'er,
Beams the sadden'd eye no more.
Beamed my eyes, more clearly, brightly
Ah! poor heart thy peace is o'er,
Beams the sadden'd eye no more.
