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STANZAS FOR MUSIC.
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III. STANZAS FOR MUSIC.
(To R. H. B.)
Gentle mourner, fondly dreaming
O'er the grave of buried years,
Where the cold pale stars are gleaming
Far along this vale of tears;—
O'er the grave of buried years,
Where the cold pale stars are gleaming
Far along this vale of tears;—
Fond enthusiast wildly gazing
From the towers of childhood's home
On the visioned beacons blazing
Bright o'er ocean's sun-flushed foam;—
From the towers of childhood's home
On the visioned beacons blazing
Bright o'er ocean's sun-flushed foam;—
Hope's false mirage hides the morrow,
Memory gilds the days gone by;
Give not thy young life to sorrow,
Trust not joys that bloom to die.
Memory gilds the days gone by;
Give not thy young life to sorrow,
Trust not joys that bloom to die.
Fiercest throbs the pulse of gladness
Heralding a darker day,
Sweetest spring from thoughts of sadness
Eden flowers that ne'er decay.
Heralding a darker day,
Sweetest spring from thoughts of sadness
Eden flowers that ne'er decay.
Here of mirth and anguish blended
Joys are born that cannot cloy,
Ending—not till life is ended—
In the painless endless joy.
Joys are born that cannot cloy,
Ending—not till life is ended—
In the painless endless joy.
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