From The Museum.
STANZAS FOR MUSIC.
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III THE REV. T. DALE.
go, breathe no more that simple air,
Though soft and sweet thy wild notes swell
To me the only tale they tell


Is cold despair
heard it on from lips as fair.
heard it in as sweet q tone
Now am left on earth alone


And She is-where'
How have those well-known sounds renewed
The dreams Of earlier, happier hours,
When ltc--a desert now-was strewea


With fairy fiowers!--
Then all was bright, and fond, and tmr'-
Now flowers are faded, joys are He'd
And heart and hope are with the dead


For she ls-where'
Can then love the air she loved
Can then hear the melting strain
Which brings her to my soul again


Calm and unmov'd'-
And thou to blame my tears forbear;
For while list, sweet mad! to thee,
Remembrance whispers, such was she,'-


And she is where"