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VIRGINIA.
Oh, linked forever, hand in hand,
Like soft light to a pleasant spot,
Art thou and Memory: where, dear land,
Where can she be where thou art not?
Let me, then, dwell within her bowers,
And dream o'er each old fairy tale,
Though tears are sometimes on the flowers,
And sighs will haunt the evening gales!
Like soft light to a pleasant spot,
Art thou and Memory: where, dear land,
Where can she be where thou art not?
Let me, then, dwell within her bowers,
And dream o'er each old fairy tale,
Though tears are sometimes on the flowers,
And sighs will haunt the evening gales!
