A BACKWARD GLANCE.
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For the touch of her pure lips clings,
To mine in loyalty.
Let it creep to thy depths, Oh! heart,
Hallowing thee.
Hallowing thee with noblest truth,
Blessing thee with pure delight,
Guiding thee in shining ways,
A guardian angel bright.
To mine in loyalty.
Let it creep to thy depths, Oh! heart,
Hallowing thee.
Hallowing thee with noblest truth,
Blessing thee with pure delight,
Guiding thee in shining ways,
A guardian angel bright.
A BACKWARD GLANCE.
Oh! broad deep lowland meadow,
With your vivid stretch of green,
And your bogs, and ferns, and marshes,
And your cardinals between.
All the force, and all the passion,
Of my child-life buried lies,
In the sphere of Youth revolving,
Round the circle of the years.
With your vivid stretch of green,
And your bogs, and ferns, and marshes,
And your cardinals between.
All the force, and all the passion,
Of my child-life buried lies,
In the sphere of Youth revolving,
Round the circle of the years.
Phantasies of high ambition,
'Mid thy cowslip tufts were planned,
And my girlhood's sad rendition,
Of its guiding master-hand,
'Mid thy cowslip tufts were planned,
And my girlhood's sad rendition,
Of its guiding master-hand,
