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FAREWELL TO MY HARP. |
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But now I 've leam'd that happiness Is not alone confined to Spring;
And that our purest, highest bliss Is borne not on the zephyr's wing.
The flowery seasons come and go, The vernal zephyrs pass away ;
But flowers of thought no death can know, And sweets of love can ne'er decay.
13. J
FAREWELL TO MY HARP.
Charmer of by-gone days,
I part with you ! A silent tear-drop strays,
Adieu, adieu!
Thou hast linger'd near me
Through happy hours ; Thy tones were wont to cheer me
Among the flowers.
Often couldst thou beguile
My heart of care, Bidding all nature smile
Sweetly and fair.
Then, wherefore should we part,
Friend of my soul ? And why should not my heart s» Thy strings control 1: ' :•' |
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