Thomas Campbell

Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind,
But leave,--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!

Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind,
But leave,--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!

Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to read more

Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast,
We will not ask her name.

Oh, leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, space the beechen tree!

Oh, leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, space the beechen tree!

But, said as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

But, said as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
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Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
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O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow.