TO MINNIE.
1855.
Minnie, darling of my heart,
Is there no song for thee?
Thou art the sunshine of a life
That lives in loving thee.
Minnie, darling of my heart,
Is there no song for thee?
Thou art the sunshine of a life
That lives in loving thee.
And fair art thou as a summer's dream,
With thy bright and golden hair;
And the merry tone of thy infant laugh
Rings on the silent air.
With thy bright and golden hair;
And the merry tone of thy infant laugh
Rings on the silent air.
But who shall tell of thy beaming glance,
That speaking, soul-lit eye,
With its sweet bright gaze of dewy love,
Calm as an evening sky?
That speaking, soul-lit eye,
With its sweet bright gaze of dewy love,
Calm as an evening sky?
Thou art a child of promise fair—
What shall thy future be?
What shall thy future be?
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