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STANZAS.
No longer will I weep or sigh:
Though many a bramble cross my way,
If, but a violet, blossoms by,
Its fragrance shall my pains repay.
Though many a bramble cross my way,
If, but a violet, blossoms by,
Its fragrance shall my pains repay.
Though many a dark and thickening cloud
Has frowned from morning's earliest beam,
Yet sometimes, bursting from its shroud,
Their smiles, though faint, a lovely gleam.
Has frowned from morning's earliest beam,
Yet sometimes, bursting from its shroud,
Their smiles, though faint, a lovely gleam.
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Retain the power to vibrate still
At slightest, gentlest, breath, my heart!
Ah! happy if thou yet canst feel,
Although forever doomed to smart.
At slightest, gentlest, breath, my heart!
Ah! happy if thou yet canst feel,
Although forever doomed to smart.
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