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SONG. TO A YOUNG LADY SINGING.
Oh breathe again that melting lay,
And when in foreign climes I stray,
When years have circled o'er my head,
And every joy of youth has fled,
If chance its tones I hear again,
'Twill sweetly banish future pain,
By wakening with enchanting power
The feelings of the present hour.
And when in foreign climes I stray,
When years have circled o'er my head,
And every joy of youth has fled,
If chance its tones I hear again,
'Twill sweetly banish future pain,
By wakening with enchanting power
The feelings of the present hour.
Sweet, as I list, each tone will bring
Some long-lost feeling on its wing;
Some pulse of youth by dull age still'd,
Some thought of bliss that oft has thrill'd
My heart with joy! some note of love,
Some inspiration from above,
Delicious—soothing—softening—gay!
Then breathe again that melting lay!
Some long-lost feeling on its wing;
Some pulse of youth by dull age still'd,
Some thought of bliss that oft has thrill'd
My heart with joy! some note of love,
Some inspiration from above,
Delicious—soothing—softening—gay!
Then breathe again that melting lay!
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