mary.
The sun shone brighter in those days,
Fairer each flower that grew;
The very birds sang lighter then,
As if they loved them too.
Fairer each flower that grew;
The very birds sang lighter then,
As if they loved them too.
I loved a fair and joyous girl,
And made her all mine own;
And here long months of tenderness
In beauty glided on.
And made her all mine own;
And here long months of tenderness
In beauty glided on.
She was to me a brightening star
Of life and love on earth,
And joy lay laughing in her eye—
Her very voice was mirth.
Of life and love on earth,
And joy lay laughing in her eye—
Her very voice was mirth.
Those days were far 00 bright to last—
Mine, but to pass away;
And dread consumption's fatal blast
Made all I loved its prey.
Mine, but to pass away;
And dread consumption's fatal blast
Made all I loved its prey.
And it smiled upon her placid brow,
Blushing on that fair cheek;
Blushing on that fair cheek;
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