Of the few that I
know of these, there is one that I first learned and loved most. I will
sing it, that you may be assured I will not fail to you in my promised
art.'
She hesitated for a moment. Sorrowful remembrances of the events that
had followed the utterance of the last notes she sang in her father's
garden, swelled within her, and held her speechless. Soon, however,
after a short interval of silence, she recovered her self-possession,
and began to sing, in low tremulous tones, that harmonised well with the
character of the words and the strain of the melody which she had
chosen.
THE MISSION OF THE TEAR
I.
The skies were its birth-place--the TEAR was the child Of the dark
maiden SORROW, by young JOY beguil'd; It was born in convulsion; 'twas
nurtur'd in woe; And the world was yet young when it wander'd below.
II.
No angel-bright guardians watch'd over its birth, Ere yet it was
suffer'd to roam upon earth; No spirits of gladness its soft form
caress'd; SIGHS mourned round its cradle, and hush'd it to rest.
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