The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay With Illustrations by John Gilbert |
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OH, LEAVE HER TO HER GRIEF. |
The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay | ||
OH, LEAVE HER TO HER GRIEF.
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Oh, leave her to her grief,Nor urge her to forget;
All art is vain to soothe her pain:
She mourns her loved one yet.
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The storm will run its course,And not till clouds have burst,
Shall light appear, serene and clear,
And glorious as at first.
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Oh, leave her till she weep!And when the tear-drops flow,
Let Pity's word, soft stealing, heard,
Be music to her woe.
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And water'd by those tears,A little flower shall bloom;
A blossom fair, for Love to wear—
A hope beyond the tomb.
The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay | ||