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wild and savage rocks,

Ah! listen to my songs;

To ye that tower so high,

Gigantic, towards the sky;

I will confide my wrongs.

yet ye know my wrongs;

Ye know my secret woe—

The struggles of thy souI—

My griefs—my doubts—the whole

Of sorrow's strife ye know.

know how blest I seem'd,

When love was beaming o'er—

Ye know his solemn oath,

That bound—that pledg'd us both—

He broke the oath he swore.

who can help me now?

Life's flowers and fruits are gone—

My roses are decay'd:

Ah! who shall help the maid,

Left with despair alone!