SWEET ORANGE BLOSSOMS.
Copyright, 1891. by Malcolm Douglas.
Words by Malcolm Douglas. Music by Llewellyn B. Reakirt.
Sweet orange blossoms, weaving your wondrous spells,
Softly awaking echoes of wedding-bells;
Fragrant and pure, sweet with the dew and the sun,
Whispering sweetly to all, hearts shall beat fondly as one;
Spotless And white, each clust'ring spray
Tells of the rapture And joy that come with a wedding-day.
She will be true, she will be true;
Pure as these blossoms, sweet with the dew;
Never a doubt, all sadness will vanish away;
She will keep true till we meet the promise she gave one day.
Sweet orange blossoms, oh, for the vanished past,
Leaving its memory ever in life to last;
Loving and true, fondly she watched for me then,
Longing to see these sweet buds bloom in their fragrance again;
But all our dreams ne'er were to be,
I Pure as these blossoms she loved, she passed in her youth from me.-Ref.