 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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MY GUIDE.
Lift up thine eyes, my child,
That I may see
The innocence that smiled
In one like thee—
Thy mother gone.
That I may see
The innocence that smiled
In one like thee—
Thy mother gone.
Scarce older than thou art,
With maiden power
She won a wayward heart,
That till that hour
Had worshipped none.
With maiden power
She won a wayward heart,
That till that hour
Had worshipped none.
Swift as a bird of Spring
In joyous flight,
That cleaves with shadeless wing
The sea of light,
Our morning fled.
In joyous flight,
That cleaves with shadeless wing
The sea of light,
Our morning fled.
When, sudden gloom—and lo!
A troubled sky—
A wail of stifled woe—
An agony—
And hope was dead.
A troubled sky—
A wail of stifled woe—
An agony—
And hope was dead.
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Then, as a crystal tear
Of sorrow born,
Didst thou, pale star, appear,
Like me forlorn
In cheerless night.
Of sorrow born,
Didst thou, pale star, appear,
Like me forlorn
In cheerless night.
I wept, and weeping turned
To gaze on thee,
And through the mist discerned
A beam for me,
Lit of her light.
To gaze on thee,
And through the mist discerned
A beam for me,
Lit of her light.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |