SONG.

BY THE REV. THOMAS DALE.
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BY THE REV. THOMAS DALE. 0, breathe no more that simple air. Though soft and sweet thy wild notes swell, To me the only tale they tell

 Is cold despair! I heard 1t once from lips as fair, l heard 1t in as sweet tone,- Now l am left on earth alone,

 And she is-where! How have those well-known sounds renewed The dreams of earlier, happier hours, When life-a desert now--was strewed

 With fairy flowers! Then all was bright, and fond, and fair, Now, flowers are faded, joys are fled, And heart and hope are with the dead,

 For she is-where! Gan then love the air she loved! Can l then hear the melting strain Which brings her to my soul again,

 Calm and unmoyed! And thou to blame my tears forbear; For while list, sweet maid to thee, Remembrance whispers, ssSueh was she, =

 And she is-Wherei