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For it hath been by sorrow nurst, And ach'd in sleepless silence long;
And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst, And break at once—or yield to song.
I SAW THEE WEEP.
I Saw Thee Weep—the big bright tear
Came o'er that eye of blue; And then methought it did appear
A violet dropping dew:
Beside thee ceased to shine;
That fill'd that glance of thine.
As clouds from yonder sun receive
A deep and mellow dye, Which scarce the shade of coming eve
Can banish from the sky,
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow behind That lightens o'er the heart.
THY DAYS ARE DONE.
Thy Days Are Done, thy fame begun;
Thy country's strains record
The slaughters of his sword!
The freedom he restored!
Though thou art fall'n, while we are free Thou shalt not taste of death!
The generous blood that flowed from thee
Within our veins its currents be,