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AMBITION.
Mine ear was dull, my harp unstrung,
Rich melodies of mirth unsung,
My heart deceived (with woe was wrung),
Lay motionless and dead.
But there came one with mien wise,
With sympathy and tender eyes,
And wooed my sluggish powers to rise,
Hope's wings once more to spread.
Rich melodies of mirth unsung,
My heart deceived (with woe was wrung),
Lay motionless and dead.
But there came one with mien wise,
With sympathy and tender eyes,
And wooed my sluggish powers to rise,
Hope's wings once more to spread.
Once more my heart ambition stirred,
Aroused to life by one kind word,
Which I had craved, but had not heard,
Dormant my hopes had lain.
For him whose legal interest,
Should first and last made manifest,
A mutual zeal (of love the test),
I sought, alas, in vain.
Aroused to life by one kind word,
Which I had craved, but had not heard,
Dormant my hopes had lain.
For him whose legal interest,
Should first and last made manifest,
A mutual zeal (of love the test),
I sought, alas, in vain.
But heaven sent me on a day,
(When sorrow shadowed all my way),
A friend with earnestness to say:
Bestir thee: To thy post.
(When sorrow shadowed all my way),
A friend with earnestness to say:
Bestir thee: To thy post.
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