POEMS.
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With blinding tears and heart oppress'd
I go I know not where to rest!
Those cruel words, with withering blight,
Have sunk my soul in darkest night!
I pray to God that He will spare
And save me from this dark despair,
And everlasting woe.
I go I know not where to rest!
Those cruel words, with withering blight,
Have sunk my soul in darkest night!
I pray to God that He will spare
And save me from this dark despair,
And everlasting woe.
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ADIEU, MY NATIVE LAND.
Adieu, my native land! Farewell!
I'll sail o'er the stormy sea!
And when in a distant land I dwell,
You may, perhaps, remember me.
I've lived to see each hope depart,
And one by one life's joys decay:
Friends once so dear unto my heart
Are not the same to me to-day.
And one by one life's joys decay:
Friends once so dear unto my heart
Are not the same to me to-day.
No cruel wrong will e'er dissever,—
A mother's love will ne'er depart,
But lives with life, and clings forever
To every fiber of the heart.
A mother's love will ne'er depart,
But lives with life, and clings forever
To every fiber of the heart.