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elegiac lines.
Did dark, prophetic visions come
To warn thee of his fate?
And didst thou dream, ere three moons passed
Thou shouldst be desolate?
To warn thee of his fate?
And didst thou dream, ere three moons passed
Thou shouldst be desolate?
Ah, no! for hope is ever strong
And bright within the breast,
And phantoms ever lure us on,
And say we shall be blest.
And bright within the breast,
And phantoms ever lure us on,
And say we shall be blest.
And blest, indeed, thou yet shalt be,
In that bright heaven to which he's gone:
It is no idle promise now,
It is no phantom, lures thee on.
In that bright heaven to which he's gone:
It is no idle promise now,
It is no phantom, lures thee on.
