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When they see the broad moon from the summit ascend,
And their school-house and grove in a blaze.
And their school-house and grove in a blaze.
O! sweet to my soul is that beautiful grove,
Awakening remembrance most dear;
—When lonely in anguish and exile I rove,
Wherever its glories appear,
It gladdens my spirit, it sooths from afar
With tranquil and tender delight,
It shines through my heart, like a hope-beaming star
Alone in the desert of night.
Awakening remembrance most dear;
—When lonely in anguish and exile I rove,
Wherever its glories appear,
It gladdens my spirit, it sooths from afar
With tranquil and tender delight,
It shines through my heart, like a hope-beaming star
Alone in the desert of night.
It tells me of moments of innocent bliss,
For ever and ever gone o'er
Like the light of a smile, like the balm of a kiss
They were,—but they will be no more.
Yet wherefore of pleasures departed complain,
That leave such endearment behind?
Though the sun of their sweetness be sunk in the main,
Their twilight still rests on the mind.
For ever and ever gone o'er
Like the light of a smile, like the balm of a kiss
They were,—but they will be no more.
Yet wherefore of pleasures departed complain,
That leave such endearment behind?
Though the sun of their sweetness be sunk in the main,
Their twilight still rests on the mind.