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~, Halian Peasant Indicating Looe Lettc'
Come, thou old, unloving scribe,
Thou shalt have noble bribc:
choose it-medal, coin, or gem,
Topaz ring, or coral stem
Take thy pen and tell my love,
How. to earth and heaven above,
How, to every sainted maid,
Ihaye watch'tl, and wept and pray'd,
O'er him, with their wings to stoop,
Where he steers his bold chaloupci
O'er him, in the sullcn night,
When the storm is in its might,
O'er him, i'll the fearful day,
When the lance and sabre play,
And the soldiers hour is lnol'd,
Stretched upon the sangnine mo.d,
Him on surge, or him On steea,
Still to spare, and sil. to Speed
Listen no~i--'I'is vain, lis v,l,A
What can read the burning brAin,
What can tell the thousandth part
of the agonies heart,
Secrets that the spirit keeps,
Thoughts on which it wakes and weeps;
To the mortal ear unknown,
Kept for night and heaven alone!
Old man, tell him of the tale
Written in this cheek so pale
Wild and often has the tear,
Wash'd the rose that once was there's
Tell him of my heavy sigh,
Deep as from the lips that die,
Of my eyes decaying beam,
Life departing like stream.
Tell him of my weary day,
Bid him, Oh! do all but stay:
he would not see my tomb,
Bid him come, and--swiftly come!