 | Young Arthur |  |
LAMENT.
Where is the balm can heal my heart,
Where is the hope can a gleam impart
To cheer me?
My tears and sighs, to heaven address'd,
Like pray'rs unanswer'd bring not rest;
Ah! will he hear me?
But there's an hour to man unknown
When Heaven shall smile on the hearts that moan.
Where is the hope can a gleam impart
To cheer me?
My tears and sighs, to heaven address'd,
Like pray'rs unanswer'd bring not rest;
Ah! will he hear me?
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When Heaven shall smile on the hearts that moan.
Sorrow who bears with a patient mind
In that blest hour shall a solace find:
Hope, cheer me!
Ne'er was the sigh of confiding pain
Heav'd to heaven and heav'd in vain;
Heaven will hear me!
Yes, there's an hour to man unknown
When Heaven shall smile on the hearts that moan.
In that blest hour shall a solace find:
Hope, cheer me!
Ne'er was the sigh of confiding pain
Heav'd to heaven and heav'd in vain;
Heaven will hear me!
Yes, there's an hour to man unknown
When Heaven shall smile on the hearts that moan.
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