Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Lyrics.
LYRICS .
BY BROTHER LEE STEVENS , OP THE BRITISH LODGE , NO . 8 . I DID not think when I became The trusting creature of thy will , That thou couldst be so void of shame—So virtueless—so lost ! Until From thine own lips conviction fell , I dreamt noteventhere could dwell
, , So much deceit in one so fair . But , Syren , hroken is the spell;—And now thou neither canst compel Me , nor allure . The ambient air Has not a denizen more free . Than he who was a slave to thee !
The cruel world encompasseth To do me daily wrong ; As though it would devote to death The harmless child of song , To whom fell slander ' s subtle breath Did never yet belong . The cruel world must work its will
, And snare me in its toil ; For there is no escape until I quit this mortal coil : — My weary soul , from after ill , God ' s mercy ivill assail ! Home ! home !
To thy fairy grot come , My beautiful gnome ; Thy task be complete , Thy wanderings over ; - — Haste , truant , and meet Thy languishing lover—¦ Haste , home !
I feel A faint tremour reveal What thou wouldst conceal : I know thou art near , And fondly implore thee , Appear , oh ! appear , While thus to adore thee
I kneel ! Oh ! why , With a faltering sigh , My rapture deny ? Why hide from the arms That fain would enfold thee ? Why veiled are thy charms ?—Oh ! let me behold thee—Or die !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Lyrics.
LYRICS .
BY BROTHER LEE STEVENS , OP THE BRITISH LODGE , NO . 8 . I DID not think when I became The trusting creature of thy will , That thou couldst be so void of shame—So virtueless—so lost ! Until From thine own lips conviction fell , I dreamt noteventhere could dwell
, , So much deceit in one so fair . But , Syren , hroken is the spell;—And now thou neither canst compel Me , nor allure . The ambient air Has not a denizen more free . Than he who was a slave to thee !
The cruel world encompasseth To do me daily wrong ; As though it would devote to death The harmless child of song , To whom fell slander ' s subtle breath Did never yet belong . The cruel world must work its will
, And snare me in its toil ; For there is no escape until I quit this mortal coil : — My weary soul , from after ill , God ' s mercy ivill assail ! Home ! home !
To thy fairy grot come , My beautiful gnome ; Thy task be complete , Thy wanderings over ; - — Haste , truant , and meet Thy languishing lover—¦ Haste , home !
I feel A faint tremour reveal What thou wouldst conceal : I know thou art near , And fondly implore thee , Appear , oh ! appear , While thus to adore thee
I kneel ! Oh ! why , With a faltering sigh , My rapture deny ? Why hide from the arms That fain would enfold thee ? Why veiled are thy charms ?—Oh ! let me behold thee—Or die !