 | [Poems by Fields in] The North Star |  |
Ay! let the rushing tear
Down every cheek appear,
In sorrow driven.
Pale are the lips that spoke,
Hushed are the tones that woke,
Calm thoughts of heaven!
Down every cheek appear,
In sorrow driven.
Pale are the lips that spoke,
Hushed are the tones that woke,
Calm thoughts of heaven!
| [Poems by Fields in] The North Star | |