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Waiting with a placid sorrow
What may come from Heaven to-morrow,
And the music hoped at last,
When this jarring life is past.

Come then, for another strain :

We must have thee o'er again.

SONG.

Written to be set to music by VINCENT NOVELLO.

When lovely sounds about my ears

Like winds in Eden's tree-tops rise,
And make me, though my spirit hears,

For very luxury close my eyes,
Let none but friends be round about

Who love the smoothing joy like me,
That so the charm be felt throughout,

And all be harmony.

And when we reach the close divine,

Then let the hand of her I love

Come with it's gentle palm on mine

As soft as snow or lighting dove; And let, by stealth, that more than friend

Look sweetness in my opening eyes, For only so such dreams should end,

Or wake in Paradise.

HIS DEPARTED LOVE TO PRINCE

LEOPOLD.

SET TO MUSIC BY VINCENT NOVELLO.

A female voice is heard, issuing forth softly and tenderly.

My widowed Love!

Recitative of another voice, a man's. Hark, princely mourner! 'tis the voice of her You loved on earth, that with her favourite strings Comes mingling thus, like smiling dreams that stir The lips of day-sweet Patience. Hark! She sings!

The voice returns.

not so,

Look
up,
look
up,
and

weep
My Leopold ! My love!

F

Thou touchest me with such a woe,

As should not be above.

Pray be, as thou wast all along,
Affectionate and sweet, but strong.

I know, dear love, thou canst not see

The face that looks on thine ;

Thou canst not touch or come to me,

But all this power is mine;
And I can touch that bosom still;
And now I do so, by that thrill!

The night I passed thee from my clay,

And kissed thy brow's despair,
I met upon my moonlight way -

A hundred spirits fair,
A hundred brides, who all, like me,

Died in that first sweet agóny."

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