  Illustrated L Linger, O gentle Time, Linger, O radiant grace of bright to-day! Let not the hours' chime Call thee away, But linger near me still with fond delay. Linger, for thou art mine! What dearer treasures can the Future hold? What sweeter flowers than thine Can she unfold? What secret tell my heart thou hast not told? Oh, linger in thy flight! For shadows gather round, and should we part, A dreary, stirless night May fill my heart. Then pause and linger yet ere thou depart. woman holding basket of flowers, leaning on sun dial Linger, I ask no more. Thou art enough forever—thou alone. What Future can restore When thou art flown, All that I hold for thee and call my own? decoration |
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