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Poems.
She left me e'er to wear her chain
In sorrow and in tears;
But she will never come again—
See what her captive wears.
In idle sport the chains she wrought,
Then gaily fled away;
To free myself in vain I've sought
Many a dreary day.
In sorrow and in tears;
But she will never come again—
See what her captive wears.
In idle sport the chains she wrought,
Then gaily fled away;
To free myself in vain I've sought
Many a dreary day.
OH! IF MY WEARY SOUL.
Oh! if my weary soul this night,
Should quit its mortal frame,
And from this dreary world take flight,
On the fleet wings of time;
To dust my body would return,
They'd say, She sleeps in death;
But ah! where would my soul be borne
So silently from earth?
Should quit its mortal frame,
And from this dreary world take flight,
On the fleet wings of time;
To dust my body would return,
They'd say, She sleeps in death;
But ah! where would my soul be borne
So silently from earth?
Oh! would my soul find rest and peace,
In realms of endless day;
Where all life's woes and storms would cease
Midst joys that ne'er decay?
Or would it sink to that dark shore,
Of pain and misery,
Where hope, bright star, would gleam no more
Through all eternity?
In realms of endless day;
Where all life's woes and storms would cease
Midst joys that ne'er decay?
Or would it sink to that dark shore,
Of pain and misery,
Where hope, bright star, would gleam no more
Through all eternity?
