SundayNov 24, 2024
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
Ever of thee I 'm fondly dreaming, Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer.
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.
Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear Thou ever wilt remain; One only hope my heart can cheer, The hope to meet again. Oh fondly on the past I dwell, And oft recall those hours When, wand'ring down the shady dell, We gathered the wild-flowers. Yes, life the
We gathered the wild-flowers. Yes, life there seem'd one pure delight; As thro' the field we rov'd. Yes, life there seem'd one pure delight.
Thou are gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.
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