Ann Eliza Bleecker Poems

JESUS CHRIST! regard my anguish,
Oh! commiserate my pain;
Bid my soul no longer languish,
Bid my spirit not complain.
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COME Grief, and sing a solemn dirge
Beneath this midnight shade;
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HAIL, happy shades! though clad with heavy snows,
At sight of you with joy my bosom glows;
Ye arching pines, that bow with every breeze,
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COME, my Susan, quit your chamber,
Greet the opening bloom of May,
Let us up yon hillock clamber,
And around the scene survey.
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