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I Will Remember Thee.

TO ANNIE.

You would not be remembered, love,
 When my heart is full of glee;
Ah, 'tis then, when all around is bright
 I yearn the most for thee.
For what are mirth and gladness, dear,
 When my heart doth ache the while
For one dear voice I may not hear,
 For one approving smile?

But you would be remembered, love,
 In the hours of pensive thought;
Oh, never in those quiet hours
 Art thou for once forgot.
When wearied with the outer strife
 My tired fancies flee
From all the vanities of life
 To rest, and think of thee.

You would not be remembered, love,
 When friends around me throng;
Ah, there are many we call such,
 But who so true, so strong,
So fit to bear the name of friend,
 My faithful friend as thee?
Through life until my journey's end
 I will remember thee!