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Moan, Moan, Ye Dying Gales
Name: Moan, Moan, Ye Dying Gales
Written By: Henry Neele
Published Date: Unknown
Language: English
Words: 122
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Moan, Moan, Ye Dying Gales

by Henry Neele

Moan, moan, ye dying gales!
The saddest of your tales
Is not so sad as life; Nor have you e'er began
A theme so wild as man,
Or with such sorrow rife.

Fall, fall, thou withered leaf!
Autumn sears not like grief,
Nor kills such lovely flowers; More terrible the storm,
More mournful the deform,
When dark misfortune lowers.

Hush! hush! thou trembling lyre,
Silence, ye vocal choir,
And thou, mellifluous lute, For man soon breathes his last,
And all his hope is past,
And all his music mute.

Then, when the gale is sighing,
And when the leaves are dying,
And when the song is o'er, O, let us think of those
Whose lives are lost in woes,
Whose cup of grief runs o'er.

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