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OH! MINGLE NOT
Oh! mingle not, in other days,
When life shall shine more fair,
To damp the kindling voice of praise,
With feeling's smile—one tear!
The grief that's felt for him, that's lost
Himself, to every pain,
Will ne'er repay the throb it cost,
Nor peace restore again.
When life shall shine more fair,
To damp the kindling voice of praise,
With feeling's smile—one tear!
The grief that's felt for him, that's lost
Himself, to every pain,
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Nor peace restore again.
The tear that falls from memory's breast,
One speechless rapture gives;
To feeling's soul, a greater test,
Than smiles for him that lives!
No voice of interest tempts the stream
To fall in practised wo;
Nor splendor, nor ambition's dream
Ordains that tear to flow.
One speechless rapture gives;
To feeling's soul, a greater test,
Than smiles for him that lives!
No voice of interest tempts the stream
To fall in practised wo;
Nor splendor, nor ambition's dream
Ordains that tear to flow.
No! 'tis the tribute of a heart,
Where feeling still presides;
That chain which time can never part,
And death alone divides!
Yet, mingle not, in other days,
When life shall shine more fair,
To damp the kindling voice of praise,
With feeling's smile—one tear!
Where feeling still presides;
That chain which time can never part,
And death alone divides!
Yet, mingle not, in other days,
When life shall shine more fair,
To damp the kindling voice of praise,
With feeling's smile—one tear!
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