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TO C. W. A., OF TAYLORSVILLE.
In sweet companionship.
It matters not
That we have never met, and may not meet
In all our wanderings here, for I shall know
And love thee, in the bright, the better world
Ay, I shall know thee, for my musing soul,
Sleeping and waking, oft has pictured thee
On fancy's glowing canvas, and I feel
That truth is in the picture.
That we have never met, and may not meet
In all our wanderings here, for I shall know
And love thee, in the bright, the better world
Ay, I shall know thee, for my musing soul,
Sleeping and waking, oft has pictured thee
On fancy's glowing canvas, and I feel
That truth is in the picture.
When my soul
Is revelling in joys and ecstasies,
I'll send it laden with soft, rosy dreams,
To hold sweet intercourse with thee, and when
My thoughts and visions are of heaven, thy name
Shall oft be spoken in my earnest prayers.
Is revelling in joys and ecstasies,
I'll send it laden with soft, rosy dreams,
To hold sweet intercourse with thee, and when
My thoughts and visions are of heaven, thy name
Shall oft be spoken in my earnest prayers.
