the rustic maiden to her lover.
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Far away from noise and strife.
Ambition, pomp, and pride,
Happily would our days pass on,
Sweet the moments glide
Ambition, pomp, and pride,
Happily would our days pass on,
Sweet the moments glide
I my household work would do,
Watch thy home with care,
And make thine every sorrow light
By sympathy and prayer.
Watch thy home with care,
And make thine every sorrow light
By sympathy and prayer.
And when at eve thy work was done,
I'd sit and sing to thee
Songs of our own loved mountain home,
Far o'er the deep blue sea.
I'd sit and sing to thee
Songs of our own loved mountain home,
Far o'er the deep blue sea.
Or else, perchance, I'd mind thee of
The talks we'd had together,
And many little pleasant walks,
In pleasant summer weather.
The talks we'd had together,
And many little pleasant walks,
In pleasant summer weather.
With friends who then were far away,
That we had left behind,
But whose loved images still dwelt
Imprinted on each mind.
That we had left behind,
But whose loved images still dwelt
Imprinted on each mind.
