Come with thy sweet voice again,
To my heart still dear,
Laden with soft, soothing pain,
Like a tear, like a tear.
Bright visions, long vanished,
Round thy melodies beam:
Lulled in the lap of thy sighs,
Let me dream, let me dream.
CHOR: Come again!
Come with thy sweet voice again!
Come, oh! come again!
Come with thy sweet voice again!
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2. Bring not a language that tells
How the light hours roll:
Come with the music that wells
From thy soul, from thy soul.
Come not with bright off'rings,
Cold, unhallowed and new:
Bring but thine own gentle heart,
Ever true, ever true.
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