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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
What sorrowful sounds do I hear Move slowly along in the gale? How solemn the bell on my ear As softly they pass through the gale! Sweet Coroden's notes are all o'er, How lonely he sleeps in the clay! His cheeks bloom with roses no more Since death called his spirit away.
Sweet woodbine will rise round his tomb, And willows there sorrowing wave, Young hyacinths freshen and bloom While hawthorns encircle his grave. Each morn when the sun guiles the east, The green grass bespangles with dew, . He'll cast his bright beams on the west To cheer the sad Caroline's view-
0 Coroden, hear the sad cries Of Caroline plaintive and low I O spirit look down from the skies, And pity the mourner below! 'Tis Caroline's voice in the grove, Which Philomel heard on the plain; Then striving the mourner to soothe, With sympathy join in her strain.