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THE LOVER'S REMEMBRANCE.
The sun now sets, the western sky
Is blushing as it sinks to rest;
Thus fair was she for whom I sigh,
When first I held her to my breast.
Is blushing as it sinks to rest;
Thus fair was she for whom I sigh,
When first I held her to my breast.
But soon the evening gloom appears,
And spreads its mantle o'er the sky;
And dew-drops fall,—thus fell thy tears
When we, my Mary, said 'Good-bye.'
And spreads its mantle o'er the sky;
And dew-drops fall,—thus fell thy tears
When we, my Mary, said 'Good-bye.'
Yes, I shall wed another bride,
But thou alone canst claim my heart:
Alas, that wordliness and pride
Should two such faithful lovers part!
But thou alone canst claim my heart:
Alas, that wordliness and pride
Should two such faithful lovers part!
AUTUMN.
They are gone and fled, the glorious summer days,
With their sweet hours of changeful loveliness;
The morning now is wrapp'd in mournful hues,
And gone the glories of th' uprising sun
With sweet alternate evening. Ah! now I find
How I have lov'd with deep and silent worship
These radiant things. How cold and sad the earth!
The flowers no more, or birds, or waving boughs,
In odours sweet, with harmonies combin'd,
With their sweet hours of changeful loveliness;
The morning now is wrapp'd in mournful hues,
And gone the glories of th' uprising sun
With sweet alternate evening. Ah! now I find
How I have lov'd with deep and silent worship
These radiant things. How cold and sad the earth!
The flowers no more, or birds, or waving boughs,
In odours sweet, with harmonies combin'd,
