  Each moment you frown You’re stealing from your life, And at times you break the heart Of a dear sweet wife. One’s greatest fancy is a smile And love’s brightest way is hope, Then time’s golden entrance is patience. Though the years to us may come and go, But out of my memory ne’er can flow The ring I gave you that spoke in silence For you it held you, but for me violence. A wicked thought is easy bought, But values nothing in gold. So read this verse between times, And let righteousness into your soul. |
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