 | Poems by George P. Morris |  |
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[Dared these lips my sad story impart]
SONG—KARL.Dared these lips my sad story impart,
What relief it would give to my heart!
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Bring the dews of remorse to my eyes,
Yet, oh hear me, and ever conceal
What in agony now I reveal!—
KING.
Speak freely, Karl—
KARL.
And behold, while I throw off the mask!
Ah, no, no, no, no, no—
I shrink in despair from the task!
Ah, no, no, no, no, no—
I shrink in despair from the task!
In the page of my life there appears
A sad passage that 's written in tears!
Could but that be erased, I would give
All the remnant of days I may live:
Yet the cause of the cloud on my brow
I have never disclosed until now—
A sad passage that 's written in tears!
Could but that be erased, I would give
All the remnant of days I may live:
Yet the cause of the cloud on my brow
I have never disclosed until now—
KING.
Say on, Karl—
KARL.
Here behold!—It is branded in flame!
Ah, no, no, no, no, no—
I shrink in despair from my shame!
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