Poems (Eliza Gabriella Lewis)/Song (There's a smile on thy lips, Mary)
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SONG.
There's a smile on thy lips, Mary, Like the gleam from a sunny sky On a mirror'd lake, When its waters break Into ripples, and dimple by.
There's a tear 'neath thy dropping lid,Like the dew by a rose-leaf hid, When the mid-day sun, From all but that one, The tears of the night-spirit chid.
Yet I trust not thy smile, my fair,For the waters, when troubled, are Too rough for my skill, And a tear at will A lady too often may bear.
Yet 'tis sweet, in the sunny beam,To sail over some placid stream,— As away we glide On the sunny tide,Of bowers of roses to dream.