. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . «g^^ Shame, oh shame unto thee, If ever thou seest that day,When a cnp or a hp shall woo thee,And turn untouchd away! Then, quick! we have but a second. Fill round, fill round, while you may;For Time, the churl, hath beckond,And we must away, away i m\\ g mi htj that Urn pU ^ tVijSill I was by that dim Lake,Where sinful souls their farewell takeOf this vain world, and half-way lieIn deaths cold shadow, ere they , there, far from world, my home should be;Where, come what might of gloom and hope
. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . «g^^ Shame, oh shame unto thee, If ever thou seest that day,When a cnp or a hp shall woo thee,And turn untouchd away! Then, quick! we have but a second. Fill round, fill round, while you may;For Time, the churl, hath beckond,And we must away, away i m\\ g mi htj that Urn pU ^ tVijSill I was by that dim Lake,Where sinful souls their farewell takeOf this vain world, and half-way lieIn deaths cold shadow, ere they , there, far from world, my home should be;Where, come what might of gloom and hope should neer deceive 7^ ^-^. -g^C^^ ^^-^ The lifeless sky, the mournful sound Of unseen waters falling round; The dry leaves, quivring oer my head, Like man, unquiet evn when dead! These, ay, these shall wean My soul from lifes deluding scene. And turn each thought, oercharged with g Like willows, downward towrds the torn loom. As they, who to their couch at nightWould win repose, first quench the light,So must the hopes, that keep this breastAwake, be quenchd, ere it can , cold, this heart must grow,,^Unmoved by either joy or woe,; JLike freezing founts, where all thats throw: :^ 1%^ Within their current turns to stone. S^ i>w: e^A ^ --v ^,. ^ 1^8
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