When through life unblest we rove
While gazing on the moon's light
While history's muse the memorial was keeping
Wreath the bowl

Yes, sad one of Sion-if closely resembling
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride

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Go forth to the mount-bring the olive-branch home 167 Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears

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Oh fair! oh purest! be thou the dove

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Oh, teach me to love Thee

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Oh, Thou wno dry st the mourner s tear

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Since first thy word awak'd my heart

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea

The bird let loose in eastern skies

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There is a bleak desert, where daylight grows weary 162

The turf shall be my fragrant shrine

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This world is all a fleeting show

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Thou art, oh God! the life and light

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War against Babylon, shout we around

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Weep not for those, whom the veil of the tomb

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Weep, weep for him, the man of God

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Go

now, and dream o'er that joy in thy slumber Go then-'tis vain to hover

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Hear me but once, while o'er the grave
Here sleeps the bard, who knew so well

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Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools

O'er mountains bright with snow and light
Oft, in the stilly night

Oh, come to me when daylight sets
Oh, days of youth and joy long clouded

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Oh, no-not e'en when first we lov'd

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Say, what shall be our sport to-day
Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee
So warmly we met, and so fondly we parted

Take hence the bowl, though beaming
Then fare thee well, my own dear love
There comes a time, a dreary time
Those ev'ning bells! those ev'ning bells
Though 'tis all but a dream at the best
'Tis when the cup is smiling

When Love was a child, and went idling round

Where shall we bury our shame

While I touch the string

Whisp'ring, heard by wakeful maids