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��WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES 525 Time and Grief
TIME' who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose the weary sense) The faint pang stealest unperceived away; On thee I rest my only hope at last, And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, I may look back on every sorrow past, And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile: As some lone bird, at day'b departing hour, Smgb in the sunbeam, of the transient shower Forgetful, though its wings are wet the while Yet ah' how much must this poor heart endure, Which hopes from thee, and thee alone, a cure'
��JOANNA BAILLIE 524 The Outlaw's Song
^HE chough and crow to roost are gone, The owl sits on the tree, The hush'd wind wails with feeble moan,
Like infant charity. The wild-fire dances on the fen,
The red star sheds its ray; Uprouse ye then, my merry men! It is our op'ning day.
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