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Their bright leaves glittering with dewy gems,
To wreathe in thy golden hair.
To wreathe in thy golden hair.
And now thou 'rt crowned, like a fairy queen,
With flowerets of many a hue,
Thy brow 'neath their velvet leaves is seen
Like a snow-flake shining through.
With flowerets of many a hue,
Thy brow 'neath their velvet leaves is seen
Like a snow-flake shining through.
The rose, with its softest, richest dyes,
Scarce rivals thy downy cheek,
Thy dewy lip with each blossom vies,
And thine eyes with the violets meek.
Scarce rivals thy downy cheek,
Thy dewy lip with each blossom vies,
And thine eyes with the violets meek.
Thou seemest to me but a brighter flower
Just budding with beauty rife,
And deeming the world all a fairy-bower—
Ah! this is thy dream of life.
Just budding with beauty rife,
And deeming the world all a fairy-bower—
Ah! this is thy dream of life.
But childhood will flee, and with riper years
Thy thoughts will be borne away;
With a bosom thrilling with hopes and fears,
Thou wilt move mid the fair and gay.
Thy thoughts will be borne away;
With a bosom thrilling with hopes and fears,
Thou wilt move mid the fair and gay.
The feelings, that now in thy bosom sleep,
Will burst from their dreamy thrall;
Alas! that love like a blight should creep,
And wither those feelings all.
Will burst from their dreamy thrall;
Alas! that love like a blight should creep,
And wither those feelings all.
Ah! then thou wilt taste of the cup of wo
If thy pure deep love be spurned,
If thy pure deep love be spurned,
