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miscellaneous poems.
Hark! a new gush of melody!
Oh! glorious, glorious strain!
That voice—it rose cheerly and joyfully,
Welcoming me again.
Oh! glorious, glorious strain!
That voice—it rose cheerly and joyfully,
Welcoming me again.
MEDORA'S SONG.
Ah! let me rest thus at thy side,
As I was wont of yore,
And touch my Lyre, whose every chord
Is filled with love's sweet lore;
As I was wont of yore,
And touch my Lyre, whose every chord
Is filled with love's sweet lore;
And clasp thine hand within mine own—
The hand I love to press,
And feel thou hast returned to me,
In all thy faithfulness.
The hand I love to press,
And feel thou hast returned to me,
In all thy faithfulness.
'Twas sad to raise my eyes alone,
Unanswered by thine own,
To listen until sinking hope
Had lost thy faintest tone.
Unanswered by thine own,
To listen until sinking hope
Had lost thy faintest tone.
