Poems (Nealds)/To ——— (Oh! let not those dear eyes o'erflow)
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TO ———.
Oh! let not those dear eyes o'erflow
With sorrow's briny tears,
Cease, cease this unavailing woe,
And look to future years.
There may for us be joys in store,
Then prithee, dearest, weep no more.
With sorrow's briny tears,
Cease, cease this unavailing woe,
And look to future years.
There may for us be joys in store,
Then prithee, dearest, weep no more.
Oh! let not that dear bosom heave
With misery's anguish'd sigh;
Cease, cease, thus fruitlessly to grieve
At our sad destiny.
Look as thou didst in days of yore,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.
With misery's anguish'd sigh;
Cease, cease, thus fruitlessly to grieve
At our sad destiny.
Look as thou didst in days of yore,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.
Come, lay thy head upon my breast,
And sink in peaceful sleep;
And I will guard thy fev'rish rest,
And love's fond vigil keep.
Then sleep and dream thy woes are o'er,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.
And sink in peaceful sleep;
And I will guard thy fev'rish rest,
And love's fond vigil keep.
Then sleep and dream thy woes are o'er,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.
And when thou wakest let a smile
O'er thy dear features play,
And though it tarry but a while,
I'll bless its cheering ray.
Smile as thou did'st in days of yore,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.
O'er thy dear features play,
And though it tarry but a while,
I'll bless its cheering ray.
Smile as thou did'st in days of yore,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.