Poems (Frances Elizabeth Browne)/The souvenir
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THE SOUVENIR.
Take this simple and beautiful air,—
May it sometimes remind you of me;
And sweetly 't will banish my care,
To imagine it warbled by thee.
May it sometimes remind you of me;
And sweetly 't will banish my care,
To imagine it warbled by thee.
In my absence 't will plead for me here,
And gently my advocate prove;
'T will tell you that love so sincere
Separation can never remove.
And gently my advocate prove;
'T will tell you that love so sincere
Separation can never remove.
When my tongue has pronounced its farewell,
And when far from the voice I love best,
My heart shall delightedly dwell
On that thought, and 't will soothe it to rest.
And when far from the voice I love best,
My heart shall delightedly dwell
On that thought, and 't will soothe it to rest.
O, let it not e'er be profaned
By lips which love's power have not known!
Keep sacred its token unfeigned,—
Keep it sacred to lips like your own!
By lips which love's power have not known!
Keep sacred its token unfeigned,—
Keep it sacred to lips like your own!