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Article THE VOICE OF LOVE. Page 1 of 1 Article PETRARCH'S SONNET, No. 48. Page 1 of 1
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The Voice Of Love.
THE VOICE OF LOVE .
When day light fades Thro' the dim arcades , And the grey moss paths of the lonely woods ; And the evening star Is trembling far , In the depths of her dark blue solitudes . Oh ! then I come
, On the feathery foam That crowns the laughing western waves , With a sweet low hymn , In the twilight dim , To lull the dead in their dreamless graves . When the vow hath sped , On lips whose red
Grows pale with passion ' s deepest sigh—When mingles the pray ' r Of the young and fair , I bless them both as I wander by . The name I bear , If thou wouldst hear—It fills the earth ancl heavens
above—Young hearts dissemble , And eye lids tremble , When I am named—who am I ?—LOVE ! J . F . SMITH
Petrarch's Sonnet, No. 48.
PETRARCH'S SONNET , No . 48 .
* ' Padre del Ciel ! dopo i perduti g . orni " FATHER of Heaven ! in this my lost estate , After this lavish waste of days and years , Thus madly spent in struggling with my fate , Sharp ' ning the dart which still my bosom tears .: — Oh ! lend Thy aid , Thy heavenly light
impart—Point out the path of life—unveil my eyes—Let my tormentress see my altered heart , And scorn to persecute so poor a prize . Now runs the eleventh year of hopeless love—Years lost to life ! How long those years of pain , Which to the willing slave severer prove , Since no submission cures her fierce disdain . OH ! GOD ! reclaim at length my soul to thee , Who died upon the cross to set me free . J . F . SMITH
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Voice Of Love.
THE VOICE OF LOVE .
When day light fades Thro' the dim arcades , And the grey moss paths of the lonely woods ; And the evening star Is trembling far , In the depths of her dark blue solitudes . Oh ! then I come
, On the feathery foam That crowns the laughing western waves , With a sweet low hymn , In the twilight dim , To lull the dead in their dreamless graves . When the vow hath sped , On lips whose red
Grows pale with passion ' s deepest sigh—When mingles the pray ' r Of the young and fair , I bless them both as I wander by . The name I bear , If thou wouldst hear—It fills the earth ancl heavens
above—Young hearts dissemble , And eye lids tremble , When I am named—who am I ?—LOVE ! J . F . SMITH
Petrarch's Sonnet, No. 48.
PETRARCH'S SONNET , No . 48 .
* ' Padre del Ciel ! dopo i perduti g . orni " FATHER of Heaven ! in this my lost estate , After this lavish waste of days and years , Thus madly spent in struggling with my fate , Sharp ' ning the dart which still my bosom tears .: — Oh ! lend Thy aid , Thy heavenly light
impart—Point out the path of life—unveil my eyes—Let my tormentress see my altered heart , And scorn to persecute so poor a prize . Now runs the eleventh year of hopeless love—Years lost to life ! How long those years of pain , Which to the willing slave severer prove , Since no submission cures her fierce disdain . OH ! GOD ! reclaim at length my soul to thee , Who died upon the cross to set me free . J . F . SMITH