And standing lonely by the lone sea-shore
Sad as my heart falls its perpetual moan.
THE STAGE.
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BY WILLIAM WALLACE.
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Oh! I could weep when I perceive the cloud
Of dark impurities around our Stage,
Where those creations, gay, or sad, or proud—
And standing lonely by the lone sea-shore
Sad as my heart falls its perpetual moan.
———
BY WILLIAM WALLACE.
———
Oh! I could weep when I perceive the cloud
Of dark impurities around our Stage,
Where those creations, gay, or sad, or proud—