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Page 49THE WORLD ON WHEELS. --CARRIAGE MADE FOR FREDERICK PRINCE OF WALES. " 'Tis Not the Tear." 'TIS not the tear in secret shed, From faded eyes, with sorrow streaming; " 'Tis not the sigh for pleasures fled, While joy is in the glances beaming, Can paint the breast's convulsive throb, Or tell the bosom's secret anguish, The silent, deep, soul-rending sob, That leaves the sorrow'd heart to languish! When laid within the silent grave, The winds of heaven around me sighing, With laid within the silent grave, The winds of heaven around me sighing, With nought to cheer the darkness save The midnight breeze in murmurs dying, Oh, then this heart from griefs shall rest, And all its pangs and cares be over. Within the cold grave's cheerless breast Shall lie the fondest, truest lover! PHILIP NORBERT GAFNEY. BENJAMIN DISRAELI, EARL OF BEACONSFIELD, K. G. Original. Oh, Do Not Forget Me. OH, do not forget me, Though all should forget! Let the last hour I met thee In memory be set, Like the bright star that keepeth Its watch the long night, While the bonnie flower weepeth Beneath its cold light. Oh, do not forget me, My own chosen dear! Oh, do not forget me, When gay ones are near. When at night round the hearth, love, Light spirits are met, In the midst of their mirth, love. Oh, do not forget! CHARLES W. MORRIS. | Page 49THE WORLD ON WHEELS. --CARRIAGE MADE FOR FREDERICK PRINCE OF WALES. " 'Tis Not the Tear." 'TIS not the tear in secret shed, From faded eyes, with sorrow streaming; " 'Tis not the sigh for pleasures fled, While joy is in the glances beaming, Can paint the breast's convulsive throb, Or tell the bosom's secret anguish, The silent, deep, soul-rending sob, That leaves the sorrow'd heart to languish! When laid within the silent grave, The winds of heaven around me sighing, With laid within the silent grave, The winds of heaven around me sighing, With nought to cheer the darkness save The midnight breeze in murmurs dying, Oh, then this heart from griefs shall rest, And all its pangs and cares be over. Within the cold grave's cheerless breast Shall lie the fondest, truest lover! PHILIP NORBERT GAFNEY. BENJAMIN DISRAELI, EARL OF BEACONSFIELD, K. G. Original. Oh, Do Not Forget Me. OH, do not forget me, Though all should forget! Let the last hour I met thee In memory be set, Like the bright star that keepeth Its watch the long night, While the bonnie flower weepeth Beneath its cold light. Oh, do not forget me, My own chosen dear! Oh, do not forget me, When gay ones are near. When at night round the hearth, love, Light spirits are met, In the midst of their mirth, love. Oh, do not forget! CHARLES W. MORRIS. |