STILL TO BE NEAR THEE.
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Still to be near thee and to hear thee speak, To gaze into the depths of thy dark eyes,—This is the only happiness I seek, This is the only boon on earth I prize. Bright thoughts like bubbles in a fountain riseWhen I am near thee, and all thoughts of careAre banished from my heart, as in the air Fade the light clouds of morning: sorrow diesWhene'er I press thy hand, and I fall heir To such a wealth of joy when on my earThy sweet voice falls, I were content to die If in my parting moments I might hearThe music of its tones so soft and rare,And look my last upon thy loving eye.
