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7 He'd the tears of his Susan, the prayers of each friend. Near his grave dash the billows, the winds loudly bellow ; Yon ash. struck with light’ning, points out the cold bed here Will Watch, the bold smuggler, that fam d lawless fellow, Once fear'd, now forgot, sleeps in peace with the dead !

Say, my heart, why wildly beating.

Say, my heart, why wildly beating; Dost thou such emotion prove: Canst thou, when thy lover meeting, Fear his truth or doubt his love? No ! loudly no, my bosom sighs, No ! gently no, my heart replies. Then fond heart he silent ever--- Be thy wild emotion o’er; For with doubt and fearing never Shall thou throb—no, no, no, never more.

Light of life and life’s best blessing, Is the love that meets return; Shall I that rich boon possessing, E’er the matchless blessing spurn ? No! fondly no, my bosom sighs, No ! gently no, my heart replies. The i be joy my inmate ever, Since each anxious dread is o’er; For with fear and doubting never Shall it throb-no, no, no, never more,