Song.—oh, Long Enough My Life Has Been

Poem By Louisa Stuart Costello

Oh! long enough my life has been,
Since I thy love have known;
I would not change the pleasing scene,
And find its beauties flown.

Then let me die, while yet no care
Has reached my trusting breast;
While sorrow is a stranger there,
And all is joy and rest.

Let me not feel what varied pain
Life's theatre can show—
That all our present hours are vain,
And all our future woe!

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When thou stoodst amidst thy countrymen
Our captive and our foe,

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Oft on that latest star of purest light,
That hovers on the verge of morning gray,
I gaze, and think of eyes that gleam'd as bright,
As fondly linger'd, and yet pass’d away.

Lines.—why Look'D I On That Fatal Line

Why look'd I on that fatal line?
Why did I pray that page to see?
Too well I knew no word of thine
Was fraught with aught but pain to me.

Lines.—i Cannot Sleep

I cannot sleep—my nights glide on

In one unbroken thought of thee;

Night, On The Sea-Shore

I have fled from all, and none can now

My way, my wanderings see;