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SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND,
(OPEN THE DOOR SOFTLY.I |
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She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains.
Ev'ry note which he loved awaking;— Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains,
How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. |
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3-He had lived for his love, for his country he died,
They were all that to life had entwined him ;— Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried,
Nor long will his love stay behind him. |
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Oh ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest.
When they promise a glorious morrow; They'll shine o'er her sleep, like a smile from the West,
From her own loved island of sorrow. |
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H. 4868. |
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