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SONGS OF THE SWALLOW.
Not all the wealth of the world could lure my love away, For my brown little nest is all the world to me;And care not I if brighter bowers there are Lying close to the sun—where tall palms pierce the sky;Oh, you would journey a weary way and a far, Ere you would behold a bird so blest as I;And singing close to my side is my mate—my king—my lover; Oh, the days are long, and the days are bright—and Summer will last forever.
AUTUMN.Yes! yes! I dare say it is so,And you should be pitied, but how could I know,Watching alone by the moon-lit bay;But that is past for many a day,For the woman that loved, died years ago, Years ago.
She had loving eyes, with a wistful lookIn their depths that day, and I know you tookHer face in your hands and read it o'er,As if you should never see it more;You were right, for she died long years ago, Years ago.
