_Philadelphia_: John F. Nunns, _184 Chesnut Street_.
[Illustration: musical score]
[Illustration: musical score]
The dream is past, and with it fled,
The hopes that once my passion fed;
And darkly die, mid grief and pain,
The joys which gone come not again.
My soul in silence and in tears,
Has cherish’d now for many years,
A love for one who does not know
The thoughts that in my bosom glow.
Oh! cease my heart, thy throbbing hide,
Another soon will be his bride;
And hope’s last faint, but cheering ray,
Will then for ever pass away.
They cannot see the silent tear,
That falls unchecked when none are near;
Nor do they mark the smother’d sigh
That heaves my breast when they are by.
I know my cheek is paler now,
And smiles no longer deck my brow,
’Tis youth’s decay, ’twill soon begin
To tell the thoughts that dwell within.
Oh! let me rouse my sleeping pride,
And from his gaze my feelings hide;
He shall not smile to think that I
With love for him could pine and die.
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