 | Under Green Leaves |  |
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TELL ME NO MORE.
Tell me no more amid these silent mountains,
Beneath these green leaves, musical with song,
Lull'd by the whisper of these upland fountains,
The old unvarying tale of guilt and wrong.
Beneath these green leaves, musical with song,
Lull'd by the whisper of these upland fountains,
The old unvarying tale of guilt and wrong.
Leave me alone one day, with Nature's beauty,—
One day—one night—an alien to my care:
The needful rest will nerve my soul to duty,
And give me strength to struggle and to bear.
One day—one night—an alien to my care:
The needful rest will nerve my soul to duty,
And give me strength to struggle and to bear.
If it be true that Love is born to Sorrow,
That Hope deceives, and Friendship fades away,—
Let the sad wisdom slumber till to-morrow,
Nor stand between me and this summer-day.
That Hope deceives, and Friendship fades away,—
Let the sad wisdom slumber till to-morrow,
Nor stand between me and this summer-day.
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If I am free to dive in Truth's deep ocean,
I will be free to linger on the shore,
To watch the billows in their wild commotion,
And hear far off their melancholy roar.
I will be free to linger on the shore,
To watch the billows in their wild commotion,
And hear far off their melancholy roar.
Pearls for the diver battling with the billows!
Pearls for his mournful pomp, and lonely pride!—
For me, this day, a harp upon the willows,
And flowers fresh-gather'd by the water's side.
Pearls for his mournful pomp, and lonely pride!—
For me, this day, a harp upon the willows,
And flowers fresh-gather'd by the water's side.
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