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A FAIR SPOT.
Clouds—Clouds I pity ye, wing'd Clouds!—because ye must depart
From this enchanted, lovely scene, this Temple of the Heart!
How often have I envied ye, as ye shot and flew along—
But now wing'd Clouds I pity ye, with a pity deep and strong.
From this enchanted, lovely scene, this Temple of the Heart!
How often have I envied ye, as ye shot and flew along—
But now wing'd Clouds I pity ye, with a pity deep and strong.
Say, on all your journeyings long, your breezy pilgrimages wide,
Did ye ever mark a fairer spot in Spring's sweet vernal pride?
In Heaven-touch'd mood, ye mourners come—Ah! hither come and kneel,
Forget to doubt and grieve, yet not to love—to love—and feel!
Did ye ever mark a fairer spot in Spring's sweet vernal pride?
In Heaven-touch'd mood, ye mourners come—Ah! hither come and kneel,
Forget to doubt and grieve, yet not to love—to love—and feel!
Clouds—Clouds I pity ye, thus borne full rapidly away,
Though proudly ye may shoot along in free and scornful play;
But were I you, soft shadowy Cloud, that now in sight appears,
I would melt down o'er this lovely spot in a shower of sparkling tears.
Though proudly ye may shoot along in free and scornful play;
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I would melt down o'er this lovely spot in a shower of sparkling tears.
It is a place where ever seems sweet Melancholy shrined,
Yet here the Heart at once must feel both softened and resigned—
Oh! hither hasten, mourners sad! in Heav'n-touch'd mood to kneel,
Forget to groan and weep, yet not to love—to love—and feel!
Yet here the Heart at once must feel both softened and resigned—
Oh! hither hasten, mourners sad! in Heav'n-touch'd mood to kneel,
Forget to groan and weep, yet not to love—to love—and feel!
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