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Alas! are gone,
For ever flown,
Dear isle,
Sweet smile,
Farewell!
For ever flown,
Dear isle,
Sweet smile,
Farewell!
I will not take to myself the credit of composing the above lines, as I literally heard them in a dream, sung by a voice, alas! long since hushed; but it opened the flood-gates of melancholy recollection, and gave rise to the following verses.
Oh! 'twas the voice of by-gone years,
Which woke me from my sleep;
It stole upon my 'raptur'd ears,
It made my spirit weep;
So soft, so sweet the harmony,
Surely the sounds were heavenly.
Which woke me from my sleep;
It stole upon my 'raptur'd ears,
It made my spirit weep;
So soft, so sweet the harmony,
Surely the sounds were heavenly.
