 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
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PITY!
I
How lovely, both in form and mind,Three years ago I thought thee,
When grace, with purity combined,
To mould angelic wrought thee,—
A rose in June; a perfect tune;
A morning sky, unclouded.
But now, alas! the charm is lost,
And all the light enshrouded.
II
The smiling sea hath wreck'd a heartThat sail'd its bright skies under;
The sky itself had lightning's dart,
Without its warning thunder.
The beauty 's gone, the glory 's flown,—
They live with falsehood never.
Deceiver, though I cannot hate,
I pity thee for ever!
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