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Article II—SONG OF THE RESTORED. ← Page 2 of 2 Article A MEMORY. Page 1 of 1
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Ii—Song Of The Restored.
AV'hat , though thy sculptured columns , And marble casements lie Scattered and broken by the hand Of vile impiety : Rebuild them will our builders , Restore their lories
g gone ; As did the Mason-men of yore , The house of Solomon . All hail , O holy Temple ! Once more thy cross of gold Gleams glorious to the eastern sun , As it was wont of old .
Sound now the gladdest trumpet , Herman de Perigord ; Thy banner of the Beauseans Floats proudly as before . O scene of joy and triumph ! Sing it with solemn voice ;
Let harp and tabor swell the strain , — Let all the world rejoice ! MitiGLir .
A Memory.
A MEMORY .
BONNIE Mary Manderston ! AAfien first my fond eyes lighted on Thy form sae fair—my heart was won , Bonnie Mary Manderston . Nae rosebud blooming on its tree , E ' er blushed sae pure or sweet as thee , — And oh ! the glance of that bright e ' e ! Bonnie Mary Manderston .
Ear hath not heard , tongue ne'er hath said The secret vow that then was made ; In the low grave with thee 'tis laid , O bonnie Mary Manderston . Dare earthly lover breathe the pray ' r To One above—Oh ! be thou near , AVhen my freed spirit quits this sphere , Bonnie Mary Manderston !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Ii—Song Of The Restored.
AV'hat , though thy sculptured columns , And marble casements lie Scattered and broken by the hand Of vile impiety : Rebuild them will our builders , Restore their lories
g gone ; As did the Mason-men of yore , The house of Solomon . All hail , O holy Temple ! Once more thy cross of gold Gleams glorious to the eastern sun , As it was wont of old .
Sound now the gladdest trumpet , Herman de Perigord ; Thy banner of the Beauseans Floats proudly as before . O scene of joy and triumph ! Sing it with solemn voice ;
Let harp and tabor swell the strain , — Let all the world rejoice ! MitiGLir .
A Memory.
A MEMORY .
BONNIE Mary Manderston ! AAfien first my fond eyes lighted on Thy form sae fair—my heart was won , Bonnie Mary Manderston . Nae rosebud blooming on its tree , E ' er blushed sae pure or sweet as thee , — And oh ! the glance of that bright e ' e ! Bonnie Mary Manderston .
Ear hath not heard , tongue ne'er hath said The secret vow that then was made ; In the low grave with thee 'tis laid , O bonnie Mary Manderston . Dare earthly lover breathe the pray ' r To One above—Oh ! be thou near , AVhen my freed spirit quits this sphere , Bonnie Mary Manderston !