...with love from me ; Bid him sit down and mourn with tears His son's sad destiny. TO THE SWALLOW. 131 In poverty and loneliness, Tell him, my days are passed...earth, And seek in fair Armenia The village of my birth ! k SONG OF REVOLUTION. • F on the ocean tempest-tossed My shattered bark be wrecked and lost, Amid...

...bright daylight, The sun is dark at noon; To my wet eyes at midnight Sleep comes not. late or soon. vn. Tell him that, like a beauteous flower Smit by a cruel doom, t'prooted from my native soil, I wither ere my bloom. VIII. Fly on swift wing, dear swallow, Across...

...nest. There dwells afar my father, A mournful man, and gray ; Who for his only son's return Wraits vainly day by day. If thou shouldst chance to see...And seek in fair Armenia The village of my birth. A delicate expression of the poetic charm of a mountain torrent watering fields and gardens in the...

...to have been forfeited; D. Loolejian (Yale), a teacher at Harpoot who has suffered extreme torture. "To me, amid bright daylight. The sun is dark at noon;...earth. And seek in fair Armenia The village of my birth !" Some favorite songs are of unknown authorship, -like The Wanderer "Oh, heavy hearted is the wanderer...