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.

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I SAW THEE WEEP.

I.

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:
I saw thee smile—the sapphire's blaze

Beside thee ceased to shine;
It could not match the living rays

That fill'd that glance of thine.

II.

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 triumphs of her chosen Son,

The slaughters of his sword!
The deeds he did, the fields he won,

The freedom he restored!

II.

Though thou art fall'n, while we are free Thou shalt not taste of death!

The generous blood that flowed from thee
Disdain'd to sink beneath:

Within our veins its currents be,
Thy spirit on our breath!

III.

Thy name, our charging hosts along,
Shall be the battle-word!

Thy fall, the theme of choral song
From virgin voices poured!

To weep would do thy glory wrong;
Thou Shalt not be deplored.