 | Songs of the Seasons |  |
Marvel not that I look pensive
Musing on her joyous reign,
Gazing out on hill and plain,
On the treasures comprehensive
Which flowed in at her demise.
Ah! the freshness and the splendour
That regaled and dazzled so,
By the spell of Evil eyes,
By some ominous witch of Endor,
Have been rifled of their glow.
Musing on her joyous reign,
Gazing out on hill and plain,
On the treasures comprehensive
Which flowed in at her demise.
Ah! the freshness and the splendour
That regaled and dazzled so,
By the spell of Evil eyes,
By some ominous witch of Endor,
Have been rifled of their glow.
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