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I NEVER WILL GROW OLD.
O, no, I never will grow old;
Though years on years roll by,
And silver o'er my dark brown hair,
And dim my laughing eye.
O, no, I never will grow old;
Though years on years roll by,
And silver o'er my dark brown hair,
And dim my laughing eye.
They shall not shrivel up my soul,
Nor dim the glance of love
My heart casts on this world of ours,
And lifts to that above!
Nor dim the glance of love
My heart casts on this world of ours,
And lifts to that above!
Now, with a passion for those haunts
Where wild, free nature reigns,
With life's tide leaping through my heart,
And revelling through my veins,—
Where wild, free nature reigns,
With life's tide leaping through my heart,
And revelling through my veins,—
