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LAY OF AN ISOLATED ONE.
With heavy cloud upon my brow,
In sadest mood I rove;
There's no one left to love me now,
And nothing left to love.
In sadest mood I rove;
There's no one left to love me now,
And nothing left to love.
Dim is the light of youthful hours,
Kind friends have all departed,
The joys of life have lost their powers,
And I am broken hearted.
Kind friends have all departed,
The joys of life have lost their powers,
And I am broken hearted.
The bird, which from the schoolboy rude,
I bought, unfledged, to save,
And softest bed, and tenderest food,
The little nestling gave.
I bought, unfledged, to save,
And softest bed, and tenderest food,
The little nestling gave.
Through chilling winter's darksome days,
When snow was in the air,
Repaid me with the sweetest lays,
For all my gentle care.
When snow was in the air,
Repaid me with the sweetest lays,
For all my gentle care.
But when the spring, with sun and showers,
To brighter days gave birth,
And scattered freely buds and flowers,
O'er all the teeming earth.
To brighter days gave birth,
And scattered freely buds and flowers,
O'er all the teeming earth.
He sought the far off sunny mead,
No more I heard his lay,
Of me he felt no longer need,
And thus he flew away.
No more I heard his lay,
Of me he felt no longer need,
And thus he flew away.
