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ON AN AIR OF NOVELLO'S—AVE VERUM.
Comes it to thee with a sound of joy,
Glad-hearted sister mine?
Like the reckless bound of the mountain boy,
Or his mirthsome eye divine?
Glad-hearted sister mine?
Like the reckless bound of the mountain boy,
Or his mirthsome eye divine?
Oh, list again—it has sorrowful deeps,
Thou hast not fathom'd yet;
'Tis a loving passionate heart that weeps
Tears, none who shed forget.
Thou hast not fathom'd yet;
'Tis a loving passionate heart that weeps
Tears, none who shed forget.
It speaketh of life,—of beautiful life,
A tissue strange and fair,
Yet enwoven with threads of tenderest grief,
And dark shades here and there.
A tissue strange and fair,
Yet enwoven with threads of tenderest grief,
And dark shades here and there.
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It leads the soul to the twilight sky,
And the stars peep forth in turn,
But a weeping train of clouds is by
To dim them as they burn.
And the stars peep forth in turn,
But a weeping train of clouds is by
To dim them as they burn.
Speaks it of hope? yes, hope in tears,
From some far distant shore;
Music that steals from the nightly spheres,
Yet sounding, sounds no more.
From some far distant shore;
Music that steals from the nightly spheres,
Yet sounding, sounds no more.
Watton, 1845.
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