But in the night who can battle with it?

And a little sob rose up in my throat—

'Harry, Harry, Harry,' thrill'd through the sob;

I touch'd the guitar, and its answering note

Came unexpected, and made my heart throb.

Song.

It was once upon a time,

Ere the roses bud and blow,

Underneath the scented lime,

Long ago, ah, long ago!

Is it I that was so fair,

When the sun is slanting low,

With a lily in my hair,

Ah, so very long ago?

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Was my heart as light as this

Was the lily white as snow?

What a happy hour it is,

Long ago, ah, long ago?

Then the lily bloom'd to save,

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