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WHEN THE NIGHT-WIND BEWAILETH.
SET TO MUSIC BY W. R. DEMPSTER.
When the night-wind bewaileth
The fall of the year,
And sweeps from the forest
The leaves that are sere,
I wake from my slumber
And list to the roar;
And it saith to my spirit,
“No more—never more!
O! never more!”
The fall of the year,
And sweeps from the forest
The leaves that are sere,
I wake from my slumber
And list to the roar;
And it saith to my spirit,
“No more—never more!
O! never more!”
Through memory's chambers,
The forms of the past,
The joys of my childhood
Rush by with the blast;
And the lost one, whose beauty
I used to adore,
Seems to sigh with the night-breeze,
“No more—never more!
O! never more!”
The forms of the past,
The joys of my childhood
Rush by with the blast;
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I used to adore,
Seems to sigh with the night-breeze,
“No more—never more!
O! never more!”
The trees of the forest
Shall blossom again,
And the wild birds shall carol
A soul-thrilling strain;
But the heart fate has withered
No spring shall restore;
And its songs shall be joyful
No more—never more!
O! never more!
Shall blossom again,
And the wild birds shall carol
A soul-thrilling strain;
But the heart fate has withered
No spring shall restore;
And its songs shall be joyful
No more—never more!
O! never more!
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