ong.—on chloris being ill
tune—“aye wauken o.”
chorus—long, long the night,
heavy es the morrow
while my soul's delight
is on her bed of sorrow.
i cease to care?
i cease to languish,
while my darling fair
is on the couch of anguish?
long, long, c.
ev'ry hope is fled,
ev'ry fear is terror,
lumber ev'n i dread,
ev'ry dream is horror.
long, long, c.
hear me, powers divine!
oh, in pity, hear me!
take aught else of mine,
ut my chloris spare me!
long, long, c.
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