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The works of Mrs. Hemans

With a memoir of her life, by her sister. In seven volumes

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LOOK ON ME THUS NO MORE.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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LOOK ON ME THUS NO MORE.

It is thy pity makes me weep,
My soul was strong before;
Silent, yet strong its griefs to keep
From vainly gushing o'er!
Turn from me, turn those gentle eyes—
In this fond gaze my spirit dies.
Look on me thus no more!
Too late that softness comes to bless,
My heart's glad life is o'er;
It will but break with tenderness,
Which cannot now restore!
The lyre-strings have been jarr'd too long,
Winter hath touch'd the source of song!
Look on me thus no more!