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96 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
Ye sacred host, when fleeting time has gone, I'll take my place with you around the throne; And then my spirit's robe of spotless white Will shine like yours in heaven's resplendent light.
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THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.
Sister, wilt thou think of me When the buds are on the tree ? When the flowers around our dwelling In the warm spring air are swelling ? When thou tendest them alone, Wilt thou for the absent one Ever shed one silent tear ? Tell me, tell me, Sister dear!
Farewell!
Brother, let my forehead rest For the last time on thy breast; Let my arm encircle thee, And my tears fall silently; For I feel, 'tis hard to part, While around my youthful heart Clings so soft, so sweet a tie— Dearest Brother, let me sigh
Farewell I
Father, on thine aged brow Shadowy thoughts arc brooding now: |
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