THY NAME WAS ONCE A MAGIC SPELL.

BALLAD.

SUNG BY MR. DEMPSTER.

WRITTEN BY

THE HON. MRS. NORTON.

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Philadelphia: John F. Nunns, 184 Chesnut Street.

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Thy name was once the magic spell

By which my heart was bound,

And burning dreams of light and love,

Were wa-ken’d by that

sound my heart beat quick,

When stranger tongues with idle praise or blame,

Awoke its deepest thrill of life,

To tremble at thy name.

Long years, long years have pass’d away,

And alter’d is thy brow,

And we who met so fondly once,

Must meet as strangers now;

The friends of yore come round me still,

But talk no more of thee;

’Tis idle e’en to wish it now—

For what art thou to me?

Yet still thy name, thy blessed name,

My lonely bosom fills,

Like an echo that hath lost itself,

Among the distant hills,

Which still with melancholy note,

Keeps faintly lingering on,

When the joyous sound that woke it first,

Is gone, for ever gone.