the unforgotten one.
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All might be around me throwing
What old home scenes can impart,
When they wear the glad and glowing
Light of the return'd one's heart.
What old home scenes can impart,
When they wear the glad and glowing
Light of the return'd one's heart.
The Unforgotten One.
Description fails, language is far too weak,
To tell the beauties of my early love;
Ah! she was fairer than the rose, and meek,
And fond, and gentle as the turtle dove.
The golden tinge of sunset in the sky
Appeared not brighter than her flowing hair;
The violet's hue was in her beaming eye,
And all her gentle soul seem'd speaking there.
It beam'd so softly through its long dark fringe,
Whene'er I cross'd her path, or met by chance,
O'er her young cheek would spread a deeper tinge,
And then what thoughts spoke in her hurried glance?
I knew she lov'd me, and a nameless joy
Would thrill, quick as electric fluid's dart,
My soul was mute in the deep ecstacy
That took possession of my throbbing heart.
Ah! never, never shall my soul forget
The hour in which my love I first confessed:
'Twas eve, when in a fragrant bower we met,
When all was still—e'en zephyrs lay at rest;
To tell the beauties of my early love;
Ah! she was fairer than the rose, and meek,
And fond, and gentle as the turtle dove.
The golden tinge of sunset in the sky
Appeared not brighter than her flowing hair;
The violet's hue was in her beaming eye,
And all her gentle soul seem'd speaking there.
It beam'd so softly through its long dark fringe,
Whene'er I cross'd her path, or met by chance,
O'er her young cheek would spread a deeper tinge,
And then what thoughts spoke in her hurried glance?
I knew she lov'd me, and a nameless joy
Would thrill, quick as electric fluid's dart,
My soul was mute in the deep ecstacy
That took possession of my throbbing heart.
Ah! never, never shall my soul forget
The hour in which my love I first confessed:
'Twas eve, when in a fragrant bower we met,
When all was still—e'en zephyrs lay at rest;
