Forget-Me-Nots From Dew Drop Dale (Classic Reprint) - Softcover

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I know dear friends 'tis but in love ye're chiding, Ye fear too ceaseless are these frail chords prest, And fain would stay the worm within abiding Stealing the life-rose from the cheek and breast.

But let me sing, tho' my own requiem singer And chanting lays to the sad tune of Death, Softer the pressure of decay's rude finger, If midst soft numbers I sigh out my breath. Ah 1 while the warbler from the green earth's fading, Like a dim dew-drop from the flowery throng, Let her send out her shallop poesy laden, Her rill to mingle with the sea of song.

Bear with my strains! Bear with them yet a little Soon will this lute be flung for e'er aside, And life's dull music notes, and sombre title, Fade like a bubble from my memory's tide.

Oh! Shall not then some nobler harp be given My raptured spirit at the thought grows wild.

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