 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
A DREAM.
Oh stay, sweet vision! lovely phantom, stay!
And longer bless me with thy mimic show:
Ah! fade not thus to empty air away,
And leave a wretch awake to real wo.
And longer bless me with thy mimic show:
Ah! fade not thus to empty air away,
And leave a wretch awake to real wo.
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And did I dream? Oh! 't was a dream so sweet,
So full of bliss, that heaven had lost its charms;
And I embraced the dear delusive cheat,
Then woke, and found despair within my arms.
So full of bliss, that heaven had lost its charms;
And I embraced the dear delusive cheat,
Then woke, and found despair within my arms.
Joy's sparkling goblet seems to overflow,
Her banquet now with tempting sweets appears;
But, ah! I wake to quaff the cup of wo,
Drink deep of grief, and feast upon my tears.
Her banquet now with tempting sweets appears;
But, ah! I wake to quaff the cup of wo,
Drink deep of grief, and feast upon my tears.
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