Hear me, Norma, in pity hear me,
I would fain dispel thy dark despait;
At thy feet behold thy children kneeling,
Can a mother's heart reject their prayer,
When the heart is cold that should have cherish'd
Ev'ry hope of joy it falsely gave;
Would'st thou have me live
Ah no! thou would'st not, my only haven, alas! is but the grave.
Ah, in vain you thus implore me,
Time can not my joys restore me.
Yet could he feel who caus'd my anguish,
How deep hath been thy silent sorrow,
Then repentant, he would languish at my feet
ere dawns the morrow, blessed hope,
blessed hope thy peace restore,
And joy, joy shall beam no more.
Still in our fond hearts one bright hope is beating,
Friendship shall blossom tho' love's star be fleetin,
Be thous but faithful, and I will still cherish
Hope that shall fade not 'till life itself perish;
Thou alone has taught me,
Despair is worse than pain,
Hope. sweet hope is mine;
O what joy, O what joy thro' clouds of sadness,
The sun of joy appears; How bright the gladness
That shineth thro' our tears, Yes joy is mine,
joy is mine, joy is mine....
Nelson, Sydney, "Hear Me, Norma" (1859). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 44.
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