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[SONG. Though the rose of my Eden is blasted]
Though the rose of my Eden is blasted,
And the bloom of my youth must decay;
Though the hopes that we nurtured are wasted,
And the spring-time has faded away;
Though the pinion that bound us, must sever,
And the spring-time to winter be changed;
Though my heart shall lie bleeding forever,
Yet, my soul shall not wander estranged.
And the bloom of my youth must decay;
Though the hopes that we nurtured are wasted,
And the spring-time has faded away;
Though the pinion that bound us, must sever,
And the spring-time to winter be changed;
Though my heart shall lie bleeding forever,
Yet, my soul shall not wander estranged.
Though the rock of my fortress is shivered,
And the star of my glory gone down;
Though my life to regret be delivered,
And the pain cause me often to frown;
Though the eyes that beheld thee, are weeping,
And my barque cast to flinders shall lie;
From the grave where my pleasure is sleeping—
There shall rise one to heaven on high.
And the star of my glory gone down;
Though my life to regret be delivered,
And the pain cause me often to frown;
Though the eyes that beheld thee, are weeping,
And my barque cast to flinders shall lie;
From the grave where my pleasure is sleeping—
There shall rise one to heaven on high.
Though the heart that was pinioned for glory,
Be disturbed by the taunts of the vile,
And the hardness of thine make it sorry—
Yet, it never shall break all the while!
Though the thoughts of thy coolness may fret me,
And the hopes that adored thee be vain;
Yet, my soul shall revere—nor forget thee—
And hope still to meet thee again.
Be disturbed by the taunts of the vile,
And the hardness of thine make it sorry—
Yet, it never shall break all the while!
Though the thoughts of thy coolness may fret me,
And the hopes that adored thee be vain;
Yet, my soul shall revere—nor forget thee—
And hope still to meet thee again.
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