  When aged winter, fierce and grim, Had ceased his surly reign, And virgin spring again adorned The forest, field and plain; One morning when the sun was bright And music filled the air, I wandered o’er the meadow sweet Beside my lady fair! We strolled along ’mid blooming flow’rs, Till ’neath a spreading tree, We sat where swift the raptured hours Flew o’er my love and me; And when at last time bade us part, I kissed those lips so sweet, And little dreamed but we should still Oft thus together meet. But us the stars of heav’n depart, When dawn her glory brings, One morn the angels bore her off Upon their snowy wings! Yet, in the golden realms above, I trust some day to see, With endless joy, the one who made This earth a Heaven to me! |
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