Poems (Kemble)/To ——— (When the glad sun looks smiling from the sky)
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TO ———
When the glad sun looks smiling from the sky,
Upon each shadowy glen and woody height,
And that you tread those well known paths where I
Have stray'd with you,—do not forget me quite.
Upon each shadowy glen and woody height,
And that you tread those well known paths where I
Have stray'd with you,—do not forget me quite.
When the warm hearth throws its bright glow around,
On many a smiling cheek, and glance of light,
And the gay laugh wakes with its joyous sound
The soul of mirth,—do not forget me quite.
On many a smiling cheek, and glance of light,
And the gay laugh wakes with its joyous sound
The soul of mirth,—do not forget me quite.
You will not miss me; for with you remain
Hearts fond and warm, and spirits young and bright,
'Tis but one word—"farewell;" and all again
Will seem the same,—yet don't forget me quite.
Hearts fond and warm, and spirits young and bright,
'Tis but one word—"farewell;" and all again
Will seem the same,—yet don't forget me quite.