  I’m thinking of thee to-day, Jennie, While the spring is young and fair, And nature’s glad songs are ringing Along the perfumed air; And the winds are lightly playing O’er earth and the far blue sea, And floods of warm golden sunlight Crown forest, and vale, and lea. My heart is young to-day, Jennie, Though years and years have flown, And delusive dreams have perished, And many dear friends are gone. Yet to-day I revel in fancy At memory’s fadeless shrine, And the thoughts that stir my bosom Are tender and half divine. Over the hills to-day, Jennie, The blooming, sun-crowned hills, My footsteps lightly go, Jennie, Where the pure sparkling rills Merge in the stream’s soft murmur The wind in its voiceful glee Joins in the mystical music Of nature’s own harmony. Oh, how I sang to-day, Jennie, The songs we loved so well; Songs of the olden time, Jennie, Ere we had said “farewell.” I’m looking beyond the years, Jennie, To a far-off golden shore, Where life, like the fairest spring-time, Will bloom on for evermore. |
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