Come toddling down the shaded walk. No more the glint of flaxen hair That nestled 'round the lilied brow— No more the rose's bloom will wear The cheek so cold and pallid now. No more the light from loving eyes, Whose hue was like the violet blown Where Summer's softest, bluest skies, Had lent it coloring from their own. No more to fondly bend above The little one when slumber wrought, With sweetest dreams, the smile of love The placid features then had caught. [Pg 55] No more on earth—oh, nevermore! The shattered idols of the heart Can yearning love nor time restore— But—you may meet to never part! [Pg 56] [Pg 56]
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