doleful breezes.
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Calling into glorious birth
All that beautified the earth,
All that filled the woods with mirth.
All that beautified the earth,
All that filled the woods with mirth.
But, where yonder cypress sways,
Lies a flower no spring can raise,
Lost for ever to our gaze.
Lies a flower no spring can raise,
Lost for ever to our gaze.
Laid in beauty in the tomb,
Never to out-step its gloom;
Oh! ye winds, sigh o'er that doom.
Never to out-step its gloom;
Oh! ye winds, sigh o'er that doom.
Winds of softer, milder play,
O'er the quivering harp strings stray,
Calling forth a sweeter lay.
O'er the quivering harp strings stray,
Calling forth a sweeter lay.
In a bright celestial bower
Blooms that now transplanted flower,
Ne'er to bend, neath blast or shower;
Blooms that now transplanted flower,
Ne'er to bend, neath blast or shower;
In immortal beauty's pride,
By the Rose of Sharon's side,
Where no ill can e'er betide;
By the Rose of Sharon's side,
Where no ill can e'er betide;
Where no storm e'er shed its gloom,
Triumphing in life and bloom,
O'er decay and o'er the tomb.
Triumphing in life and bloom,
O'er decay and o'er the tomb.
