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carisbrooke:
Oh! thickens fast the twilight shade,
Yet Stuart's aching eye
Pursues the dim lights as they fade
Along the silent sky:
Yet Stuart's aching eye
Pursues the dim lights as they fade
Along the silent sky:
Now all are gone! each glimm'ring ray
Has vanish'd in the west,
And all in night and silence lay
Like Stuart's dreary breast!
Has vanish'd in the west,
And all in night and silence lay
Like Stuart's dreary breast!
Bending to earth, behold the brow
Which holy balsam steep'd,
Oppress'd beneath a load of woe,
By heartless traitors heap'd!
Which holy balsam steep'd,
Oppress'd beneath a load of woe,
By heartless traitors heap'd!
Oh! spare him England! yet too late
The loyal hearts appeal!
The loyal hearts appeal!
