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CORA BELL.—A BALLAD.
WRITTEN FOR MUSIC.
Ah, Cora Bell! Fair Cora Bell!
A brighter never smiled than Cora;
I loved her as no tongue could tell—
As none I'd ever loved before her;
Her cheek was like the flush of day,
Her eye as blue as Heaven o'er her,
Her breath was sweet as flowers in May,
Ah, radiant was my charming Cora!
Sweet Cora Bell! Cora Bell!
A brighter never smiled than Cora;
I loved her as no tongue could tell—
As none I'd ever loved before her;
Her cheek was like the flush of day,
Her eye as blue as Heaven o'er her,
Her breath was sweet as flowers in May,
Ah, radiant was my charming Cora!
Sweet Cora Bell! Cora Bell!
Dear Cora Bell! Loved Cora Bell!
My gentle, trusting, loving Cora!
Her influence on my pathway fell,
Like blessed light,—the heart's aurora!
My life seemed cast amid the flowers,
My lot to spread their bloom before her,
And, living on through halcyon hours,
In happiness lived I and Cora!
Dear Cora Bell! Cora Bell!
My gentle, trusting, loving Cora!
Her influence on my pathway fell,
Like blessed light,—the heart's aurora!
My life seemed cast amid the flowers,
My lot to spread their bloom before her,
And, living on through halcyon hours,
In happiness lived I and Cora!
Dear Cora Bell! Cora Bell!
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Sweet Cora Bell! Bright Cora Bell!
The angels claimed from me my Cora,
To go above with them to dwell,
From my fond heart which did adore her;
She drooped,—I saw my fair star wane,—
In saddest grief did I deplore her,
And long 't will be ere I restrain
The bitter tears I shed for Cora!
Lost Cora Bell! Cora Bell!
The angels claimed from me my Cora,
To go above with them to dwell,
From my fond heart which did adore her;
She drooped,—I saw my fair star wane,—
In saddest grief did I deplore her,
And long 't will be ere I restrain
The bitter tears I shed for Cora!
Lost Cora Bell! Cora Bell!
Dear Cora Bell! Blest Cora Bell!
My loved, my lost, my angel Cora;
Her voice now joins the rapturous swell
Of angel-harps around and o'er her.
Yet when in grief—my heart all riven—
I on my bended knees implore her,
The sweet hope to my soul is given,
In bliss above I'll meet my Cora!
Blest Cora Bell! Cora Bell!
My loved, my lost, my angel Cora;
Her voice now joins the rapturous swell
Of angel-harps around and o'er her.
Yet when in grief—my heart all riven—
I on my bended knees implore her,
The sweet hope to my soul is given,
In bliss above I'll meet my Cora!
Blest Cora Bell! Cora Bell!
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