Poems by Cecil Frances Alexander | ||
IN THE DISTANCE.
In the distance, O my lady,
Little lady turn'd of three!
Will the woodland seem as shady?
Will the sunshine seem as free?
Will the primrose buds come peeping
Quite as bright beneath the tree?
And the brook sing in its leaping
As they do for you and me?
Little lady turn'd of three!
Will the woodland seem as shady?
Will the sunshine seem as free?
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Quite as bright beneath the tree?
And the brook sing in its leaping
As they do for you and me?
O my darling, O my daisy,
In the days that are to be,
In the distance dim and hazy
With its lights far out at sea;
When you're tall and fair and stately,
Will you ever care for me?
Will you prize my coming greatly
As you did when you were three?
In the days that are to be,
In the distance dim and hazy
With its lights far out at sea;
When you're tall and fair and stately,
Will you ever care for me?
Will you prize my coming greatly
As you did when you were three?
Poems by Cecil Frances Alexander | ||