  I LOVE her well, day after day I tell the old words over, They ring no change from grave to gay, It is enough, I love her! I love her well—nay never ask The reason why I do so, Ask flowers that in the sunshine bask The reason why they grew so. They’ll tell you heaven saw the need, And so, on earth’s brown bosom The angels scattered out the seed, The sunbeams kissed to blossom. I love her well, day after day I tell the old words over, They ring no change from grave to gay, It is enough—I love her! [Decorative image unavailable.] |
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