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204 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS '
Ye shepherds so blithesome and young, Retire from your sports on the green. Since Coroden's deaf to my song, The wolves tear the lambs in the plain. Each swain round the forest will stray, And sorrowing hung down his head. His pipe then in sympathy played Some dirge to young Coroden's shade.
And when the still night has unfurled Her robes o'er the hamlet around; Gray twilight retires from the world And darkness encumbers the ground. I'll leave my own gloomy abode, To Coroden's urn will I fly; Then kneeling will bless the just God Who dwells in bright mansions on high.
Since Coroden hears me no more In gloom let the woodlands appear, Ye oceans, be still of your roar, Let autumn extend round the year. I'll hie me through meadows and lawns, There cull the bright flowers of May; Then rise on the wings of the morn And waft my young spirit away. |
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