Upon thy cheeks that tinted glow,
The blush of evening skies.
The blush of evening skies.
Bring back the sunshine of my heart,—
That smile upon my face.
Bring back each gentle winning art,
That made thee queen of grace.
That smile upon my face.
Bring back each gentle winning art,
That made thee queen of grace.
Bring back each harbinger of bliss,
And scatter all my fear.
Of all the seasons, love I this,
When thou, sweet May, art here.
And scatter all my fear.
Of all the seasons, love I this,
When thou, sweet May, art here.
MORNING ON THE RIVER
'Tis morning on the river broad and deep,
The fair Connecticut so dear to me,
That through the Hadley meadows slow doth creep,
Upon its journey to the distant sea,
A silver mist like to a fleecy cloud
Is floating where the fair-faced lilies hide,
And to its verdant bank the mountains crowd
To view their grandeur in the sleeping tide.
The fair Connecticut so dear to me,
That through the Hadley meadows slow doth creep,
Upon its journey to the distant sea,
A silver mist like to a fleecy cloud
Is floating where the fair-faced lilies hide,
And to its verdant bank the mountains crowd
To view their grandeur in the sleeping tide.
Now morning sunlight breaks upon the mist,
Faint seen at first but ever growing clear,
Like to the hidden smile behind a tear,
Until the tender beams have gently kissed
Away each trace of tears from Nature's eyes
And left her free to smile through cloudless skies.
Faint seen at first but ever growing clear,
Like to the hidden smile behind a tear,
Until the tender beams have gently kissed
Away each trace of tears from Nature's eyes
And left her free to smile through cloudless skies.
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