Poems by the late Hon. William R. Spencer A New Edition with Corrections and Additions; To Which is Prefixed A Biographical Memoir by the Editor |
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TO MISS ---.
Moravians their minstrelsy bring
The death-bed with music to smooth;
So you, lovely comforter, sing
My pangs of departure to sooth!
The death-bed with music to smooth;
So you, lovely comforter, sing
My pangs of departure to sooth!
You sing—but my silent adieu
A sorrow still keener will prove;
You lose but one friend who loves you,
How many I lose whom I love!
A sorrow still keener will prove;
You lose but one friend who loves you,
How many I lose whom I love!
When we go from each pleasure refin'd,
Which the sense or the soul can receive,
With no hope in our wand'rings to find
One ray of the sunshine we leave,
Which the sense or the soul can receive,
With no hope in our wand'rings to find
One ray of the sunshine we leave,
An adieu should in utterance die,
Or if written, but faintly appear;
Only heard through the burst of a sigh,
Only read through the blot of a tear!
Or if written, but faintly appear;
Only heard through the burst of a sigh,
Only read through the blot of a tear!
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