 | The Poems of J. J. Callanan |  |
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WHEN EACH BRIGHT STAR IS CLOUDED.
When each bright star is clouded that illumin'd our way,
And darkly through the bleak night of life we stray,
What joy then is left us, but alone to weep
O'er the cold dreary pillow where loved ones sleep?
And darkly through the bleak night of life we stray,
What joy then is left us, but alone to weep
O'er the cold dreary pillow where loved ones sleep?
This world has no pleasure that is half so dear,
That can soothe the widow'd bosom like memory's tear
'Tis the desert rose drooping in moon's soft dew,
In those pure drops looks saddest, but softest too.
That can soothe the widow'd bosom like memory's tear
'Tis the desert rose drooping in moon's soft dew,
In those pure drops looks saddest, but softest too.
Oh, if ever death should sever fond hearts from me,
And I linger like the last leaf on Autumn's tree,
While pining o'er the dead mates all sear'd below,
How welcome will the last blast be that lays me low.
And I linger like the last leaf on Autumn's tree,
While pining o'er the dead mates all sear'd below,
How welcome will the last blast be that lays me low.
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