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Show 24G A DYING SoLILOQUY. Lei the waters lash, 'rLc while fo:un dnsl1, O'er my mangled brow and bloody shroud. Roll on, thou free, Unfettered sea, Thy restless moan, my dirge, My cradle deep In my last lone sleep, Is the scoop of tl1y hollow surge. Would I might live, One glance to give, To those whose hearts would bless, Each word of love, All price above, .As mine to theirs I press. 'rho wish is vain ; My frcn"icd brain, Is Uark'njng even now; Above, above, Is Ilca.vcn's love, And mercy's wide arched bow. A DYIXO SOLILOQUY. Glad free-born wul With grateful hold, Now grasp the gift from lleav'n' rhy freedom won, New lire begun, Fo;givc, tlwu'rt there forgiv'n. 247 |