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At noon she saw the youth depart,
at eve she lost her darling joy,
Ere night the last throb of her heart,
declar'd the fate of Sally Roy.
at eve she lost her darling joy,
Ere night the last throb of her heart,
declar'd the fate of Sally Roy.
The virgin train in tears are seen,
when yellow midnight fills the valley,
Slow stealing o'er the dewy green,
towards the grave of gentle Sally.
when yellow midnight fills the valley,
Slow stealing o'er the dewy green,
towards the grave of gentle Sally.
And while remembrance wakes the sigh,
which weans each feeling heart from joy,
The mournful dirge ascending high,
Bewails the fate of Sally Roy.
which weans each feeling heart from joy,
The mournful dirge ascending high,
Bewails the fate of Sally Roy.
The Meeting of the Waters.
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet,
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart!
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet,
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart!
