THE HALCYON HANGS O'ER OCEAN.
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The halcyon hangs o'er ocean, The sea-lark skims the brine; This bright world's all in motion, No heart seems sad but mine.
To walk thro' sun-bright places, With heart all cold the while; To look in smiling faces, When we no more can smile;
To feel, while earth and heaven Around thee shine with bliss, To thee no light is given,— Oh, what a doom is this!