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THE HOUR AND THE GHOST.
SONG.
OH roses for the flush of youth,
And laurel for the perfect prime;
But pluck an ivy branch for me
Grown old before my time.
And laurel for the perfect prime;
But pluck an ivy branch for me
Grown old before my time.
Oh violets for the grave of youth,
And bay for those dead in their prime;
Give me the withered leaves I chose
Before in the old time.
And bay for those dead in their prime;
Give me the withered leaves I chose
Before in the old time.
THE HOUR AND THE GHOST
BRIDE.
O LOVE, love, hold me fast,
He draws me away from thee;
I cannot stem the blast,
Nor the cold strong sea:
Far away a light shines
Beyond the hills and pines;
It is lit for me.
He draws me away from thee;
I cannot stem the blast,
Nor the cold strong sea:
Far away a light shines
Beyond the hills and pines;
It is lit for me.
BRIDEGROOM.
I have thee close, my dear,
No terror can come near;
Only far off the northern light shines clear.
No terror can come near;
Only far off the northern light shines clear.
