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FOR MUSIC.
Happy birds flying,
Soon with him to be,
Him whom I'm sighing,
Pining so to see,
When his happy home you've found,
That dear dwelling hover round.
Say, how dreary,
Lone and weary,
Life is here to me.
Soon with him to be,
Him whom I'm sighing,
Pining so to see,
When his happy home you've found,
That dear dwelling hover round.
Say, how dreary,
Lone and weary,
Life is here to me.
Where is the gladness
Once I used to feel?
Now all is sadness,
Grief I must conceal,
Autumn's golden calm is here,
Days once sweet and nights once dear,
Yet how dreary,
Sad and weary,
Now they from me steal.
Once I used to feel?
Now all is sadness,
Grief I must conceal,
Autumn's golden calm is here,
Days once sweet and nights once dear,
Yet how dreary,
Sad and weary,
Now they from me steal.
Sweet ones, O find him!
Round his window fly!
Winged ones, remind him,
Far, O far am I.
Say, how loved, O how more dear
He is now than even when here!
Say how dreary,
Lone and weary,
Here my days go by.
Round his window fly!
Winged ones, remind him,
Far, O far am I.
Say, how loved, O how more dear
He is now than even when here!
Say how dreary,
Lone and weary,
Here my days go by.
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Tell him how stronger
Grows my love for him;
For him much longer
Must these eyes be dim?
Long, long must I pine to see
That dear face that's all to me!
Long, long, weary,
Sad and dreary,
Must I look for him!
Grows my love for him;
For him much longer
Must these eyes be dim?
Long, long must I pine to see
That dear face that's all to me!
Long, long, weary,
Sad and dreary,
Must I look for him!
Sweet ones, returning,
Back my gladness bring!
Bring him I'm yearning
So to see, with Spring.
Let these eyes with him be blessed!
Let this heart rock him to rest;
No more, dreary,
Let me weary
Round his neck to cling!
Back my gladness bring!
Bring him I'm yearning
So to see, with Spring.
Let these eyes with him be blessed!
Let this heart rock him to rest;
No more, dreary,
Let me weary
Round his neck to cling!
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