 | Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] |  |
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TO MARY.
Mark the soft lustre of her eye,
As shining through its fringe;
Roses have spread their faintest dye,
Young beauty's cheek to tinge.
As shining through its fringe;
Roses have spread their faintest dye,
Young beauty's cheek to tinge.
At every step her fairy feet
Now brush the morning dew:
No danger shall those footsteps meet,
Each sylph to Mary true.
Now brush the morning dew:
No danger shall those footsteps meet,
Each sylph to Mary true.
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