. The book of ballads . (53 #, ^t liiif nf tjip IniU. There is a souud thats dear to me, It haunts me in my sleep ;I wake, and, if I hear it not, I cannot choose but the roaring of the wind, Above the rivers flow,Methinks I hear the mystic cry Of Clo!-01d Clo! •^c^ The exiles song-, it thrills among-The dwellings of the free. Its sound is strang-e to Eng-lish ears,Butt is not strang-e to me; 3W-- —^^^^ (U Tilli JJOOK 01 BALLADS. f2 Vur it liutli shook the tented field In ages long- ago,And hosts hare quailed before tlie cry Of Clo!—Old Clo! Oil, lose it not! forsake it not!
. The book of ballads . (53 #, ^t liiif nf tjip IniU. There is a souud thats dear to me, It haunts me in my sleep ;I wake, and, if I hear it not, I cannot choose but the roaring of the wind, Above the rivers flow,Methinks I hear the mystic cry Of Clo!-01d Clo! •^c^ The exiles song-, it thrills among-The dwellings of the free. Its sound is strang-e to Eng-lish ears,Butt is not strang-e to me; 3W-- —^^^^ (U Tilli JJOOK 01 BALLADS. f2 Vur it liutli shook the tented field In ages long- ago,And hosts hare quailed before tlie cry Of Clo!—Old Clo! Oil, lose it not! forsake it not! And let no time effaceThe memorj of that solemn sound, The watchword of our not by dark and eagle eye, The Hebrew shall you know,So weU as by the j^laintive cry Of Clo!—Old Clo ! Even now, perchance, by Jordans banks. On Sidons sunny walls,\\here, dial-like, to portion time, The palm-trees shadow pilgrims, wending on their waj. Will linger, as they go,And hsten to the distant cry Of Clo!—Old Clo! :f t
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