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SONGS.
The Bridal Ring.
I dreamed last night of our earlier days
Ere I sighed for a sword and a feather;
As we danced on the hill in the moon’s pale rays,
Hand in hand together.
I thought that you gave me again that kiss,
More sweet than the perfume of Spring,
When I pressed on your finger love's pure golden pledge.
The Bridal Ring, the Bridal Ring.
I dreamt I heard thee in the bugles sound,
And at once was forced to sever,
When I fell on the heath with my last dead wound,
Lost to thee for ever
I thought that you gave me again that kiss,
Imperil’d like a flower in Spring,
Neath its warmth I awoke, on this dear hand I pressed
The Bridal Ring, the Bridal Ring.
