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72
SAVOYARD'S SONG .
Never more when the spring returning
Smiles again on Savoy's plains,
Shall my soft lute, as breaks the morning,
Wake timid echo with its strains:
Hours so dear, so brightly gay,
Ye are fled in grief and gloom away!
Smiles again on Savoy's plains,
Shall my soft lute, as breaks the morning,
Wake timid echo with its strains:
Hours so dear, so brightly gay,
Ye are fled in grief and gloom away!
Wherefore still is memory bringing
Scenes whose charm too well I know?
There the deer, so lightly springing,
Darts along the drifted snow;
There the vine, yon heights descending
With its purple clusters bending,
Twines amid the vale below—
That vale my dreams alone can show.
Hours so dear, scenes so gay,
Oh! ye are fled in gloom away!
Scenes whose charm too well I know?
There the deer, so lightly springing,
Darts along the drifted snow;
There the vine, yon heights descending
With its purple clusters bending,
Twines amid the vale below—
That vale my dreams alone can show.
Hours so dear, scenes so gay,
Oh! ye are fled in gloom away!
73
Fair the flocks that once I tended—
Labour brought its sweet reward;
When the day of toil was ended,
Blithely sung the Savoyard:
But all those hours, so brightly gay,
Now are fled in gloom away!
Labour brought its sweet reward;
When the day of toil was ended,
Blithely sung the Savoyard:
But all those hours, so brightly gay,
Now are fled in gloom away!
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