Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between.
While Memory watches o'er the sad review; Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
The foeman's blood, the avenger's joy!
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