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TO AURELIA. 105
Think of me when round the dawning
Softly shines the light of day, When the dewdrops of the morning
Glisten thick on bud and spray. Think of me when sunset glowing
Crimsons all the western sky, When the evening gales are blowing
Freshly where the young leaves sigh
Think of me when flowers I've tended,
In my absence, ask thy care, When the rural paths I've wended
Lie before thee fresh and fair.
Think of me—I ask it weeping
As I sit and muse alone ; Pensive gloom is o'er me creeping
As I list the zephyr's moan.
Think of me, but not as tearful, « With a cloud upon my brow! "
I am happy, I am cheerful,
For my gloom has vanish'd now.
Think of me as when I parted From my early home away,—
Just as happy, and light-hearted, As upon my bridal day.-