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And cascades with their ceaseless roar, And all along the apreading shore The murmurs of the sounding sea.
But it I left, and now no more Like a tree that is broken and sere My natal gods bring the echo clear Of songs that in past times they bore; Wide seas I cross'd to foreign shore, With hope of change and other fate; My folly waa made clear too late, For in the place of good I sought The seas reveal'd unto me naught, But made death's specter on me wait.
There was a time-ah, 't is too true But that time long ago has past When upon me the Muse had cast Indulgent smile and friendship's due; But of that age now all too few The thoughts that with me yet will stay; As from the hours of festive play There linger on mysterious notes, And in our minds the memory floats Of minstrelsy and music gay.