. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 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
. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 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. ^Wttt Innisfallen, fare thee well,May calm and sunshine long be thine How fair thou art let others tell,—To feel how fair shall long be mine. Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwellIn memorys dream that sunny smile, Which oer thee on that evening fellWhen first I saw thy fairy isle. T was light, indeed, too blest for one,Who had to turn to paths of care— Through crowded haunts again to leave thee bright and silent there: No more unto thy shores to come,But, on the worlds rude ocean tost,^ Dream of thee sometimes, as a homeOf sunshine he had seen and lost.
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