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Or wake to joy this lonc_ly breast", Or lijjlit the gloom of dark i1c._i.air.
Oft to the winds my grief I tell;
They bear along the mournful t-ilc
To dreary echo's rocky cell,
That heaves it back upon the gale.
The little wild bird's merry lay,
That wont niy lightsome hear* to cheer.
In murmuring echoes dies away,
And melts like sorrow on my ear.
The voice of joy no more can cheer,
The look of love no more can warm,
Since mute for aycTs that voice so dear,
And closd that eye alone could charm.
FAREWEEL, FAREWEELl
Very Old.
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tiac mair.
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I, any, laiig- was he mine.
I^any, laiig', but nac mair;
f m<iun-nn repine,
But my heart it is suit.
But,Ol lie's at rest,
"Why sud T compiceiif
Gin my saul be blest,
Pll meet him agfain .
His stall's at the wa,
Toom, toom is his chair;
The bannct an 1 a'!
AnrI I maun be here.
OI to meet him ag'ain -.
Whar hearts neer were sair,
O! to meet him ag-ain ,
To part never mair.
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