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love's reply.
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The maiden at her lattice,—
The grandam at her door,—
And morning on the misty hills!—
But they come never more!
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The maiden at her lattice,—
The grandam at her door,—
And morning on the misty hills!—
But they come never more!
LOVE'S REPLY.
I'll tell you something chanced to me,
(A quaint and simple story,)
Before I cross'd, with dreaming heart
Old ocean's gloom and glory.
(A quaint and simple story,)
Before I cross'd, with dreaming heart
Old ocean's gloom and glory.
Around me came three graceful girls,
Their farewell whisper breathing,—
Julie,—with light and lovely curls,
Her snowy shoulders wreathing;
Their farewell whisper breathing,—
Julie,—with light and lovely curls,
Her snowy shoulders wreathing;
