...hadst thou no pity on thy child ? [wild. Lo ! a celestial smile seems softly beaming On thy hush'd lips ; my mother ! canst thou brook Longer upon thy victim's face to look ? Alas ! at yester morn My heart was light, and to the viol's sound I gayly danced, while crown'd with summer flowers,...

...all the pure and settled features gleaming ? Reproach ! reproach ! My dreams are strange and wild. On the hushed lips ;— my mother ! canst thou brook Longer upon thy victim's face to look ? Alasl at yester morn My heart was light, and to the viol's sound I gaily danced, while crowned with...

...settled features gleaming? Reproach! reproach! My dreams are strange and wild. Mother ! hadst thou not pity on thy child * Lo ! a celestial smile seems softly beaming On the hush'd lips ; — my mother ! canst thou brook Longer upon thy victim's face to look ? Alas ! at yester...

...face—oh ! mother, this is death ! What is it that I see From all the pure and settled features gleaming ? Reproach! reproach ! My dreams are strange and wild;...celestial smile seems softly beaming On the hushed lips—my mother, can'st thou brook Longer upon thy victim's face to look 1 Alas! at yestermorn , My...

...Reproach Ï reproach ! My dreams are strange and Mother ! hadst thou no pity on thy child ! [wild. Lo! a celestial smile seems softly beaming On the...Longer upon thy victim's face to look ? Alas ! at yester morn My heart was light, and to the viol's sound I gayly danced, while crowned with summer flowers,...

...oh! mother, this is death! What is it that I see From all the pure and settled features gleaming ? Reproach ! reproach ! My dreams are strange and wild....danced, while crowned with summer flowers, And swiftly hy me sped the flying hours, And all was joy around; — Not death ! Oh ! mother, could I say thee...

...face—oh! mother, this is death! What is it that I see From all the pure and settled features gleaming ? Reproach! reproach! My dreams are strange and wild....celestial smile seems softly beaming On the hushed lips—my mother, canst thou brook Longer upon thy victim's face to look ? I gaily danced, while crowned...

...— O mother, this is death ! What is it that I see From all the pure and settled features gleaming ? Reproach ! Reproach ! My dreams are strange and wild...Lo ! a celestial smile seems softly beaming On the hush'd lips, — my mother, canst thou brook Longer upon thy victim's face to look ? Alas ! as yestermorn...

...oh ! mother, this is death! What is it that I see From all the pure and settled features gleaming ? Reproach ! reproach ! My dreams are strange and wild....canst thou brook Longer upon thy victim's face to look ? I gaily danced, while crowned with summer flowers, And swiftly by me sped the flying hours, And all...

...Oh ! mother, this is death ! " What is that I see Prom all the pure and settled features gleaming ? Reproach ! reproach ! my dreams are strange and wild. Mother ! hadst thou no pity on thy child ? See, a celestial smile seems softly beaming On the hushed lips ; my mother, canst thou brook Longer...