to Nora.
There is grace in every motion,
And the health-bloom on thy cheek
Tells of many a bright emotion
That thy lip can hardly speak.
And the health-bloom on thy cheek
Tells of many a bright emotion
That thy lip can hardly speak.
There is an infant beauty
In thy carelessness and glee;
For what is all the Future,
If the Present's joy to thee?
Oh! may thy young heart's promise
Be as bright as it looks now,
And cast no after-shadow
On thy pure and sunny brow.
In thy carelessness and glee;
For what is all the Future,
If the Present's joy to thee?
Oh! may thy young heart's promise
Be as bright as it looks now,
And cast no after-shadow
On thy pure and sunny brow.
May each year that makes thee older,
Make thee wiser than the last,
For happier thou canst hardly be
Than in thy young morning past.
Adieu, my darling Nora,
Till again thy mother sing
The brightness of her summer flower
In its sweet and early spring.
Make thee wiser than the last,
For happier thou canst hardly be
Than in thy young morning past.
Adieu, my darling Nora,
Till again thy mother sing
The brightness of her summer flower
In its sweet and early spring.
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