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Better far to be
In utter darkness lying,

Than be blest with light and see That light for ever flying!

All that's bright must fade, &c.



So warmly we met and so fondly we parted,

That which was the sweeter ev'n I could not tell, That first look of welcome her sunny eyes darted, Or that tear of passion which bless'd our fare

well. To meet was a heav'n—and to part. thus another,

Our joy and our sorrow seem'd rivals in bliss; Oh, Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other,

In smiles and in tears, than that moment to this.

The first was like day-break, new, sudden, deli

cious, The dawn of a pleasure scarce kindled up yetThe last was that farewell of day-light more pre

cious, More glowing and deep, as 'tis nearer its set.

Our meeting, though happy, was tinged by a

sorrow, To think that such happiness could not remain, While our parting, though sad, gave a hope that

to-morrow, Would bring back the blest hour of meeting



AIRThe Bells of St. Petersburgh.

Those ev'ning bells, those ev'ning bells,
How many a tale their music tells
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime!

Those joyous hours are past away,
And many a heart, that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those evening bells.

And so 'twill be, when I am gone,
That tuneful peal will still ring on,
While other bards shall walk these dells,
And sing your praise, sweet evening bells !



Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee,

Which now so sweetly thy heart employ, Should the cold world come to wake thee

From all thy visions of youth and joy. Should the gay friends for whom thou wouldst

banish Him who once thought thy young heart his

own, All, like spring birds, falsely vanish,

And leave thy winter unheeded and lone.

Oh! 'tis then he thou hast slighted Would come to cheer thee, when all seem'd o'er;

Then the truant, lost and blighted, Would to his bosom be taken once more.

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