  Eyes that are true, Shadowed with blue, Speak her sweet mind: Out of her face, Calm in its grace, Looks the spirit behind. Swift ocean tide, Steep mountain side, Stand now between: Yet will my heart, Sacred, apart, Treasure days that have been. No sunlight plays With the same rays On her and me: Time’s shortening wing Troubles may bring, Clouding Life’s restless sea. Still I will pray Her heavenward way Thrice may be blest; Angels to guide, Walk by her side, Love her ever the best. |
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