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To Miss C. G.
When the sunlight faintly gleamsO'er mountains, vales and streams,
And the pea-fowl wildly screams,
I will think of thee.
When Sol's hid beyond the view,
When amid the sky so blue,
Myriad worlds their course pursue,
Dearest think of me?
When so brightly dawns the day,
And the night hath passed away,
When the lambs so gaily play
On the grassy plot;
When the birds so sweetly sing,
Earth her fragrant flowers bring,
Tribute to the shrine of Spring,
I'll forget thee not.
When the mid-day sun doth reign
O'er meadow field and plain,
Or softly falls the gentle rain,
The sweet refreshing shower;
When all nature's passing gay,
Rejoicing in the month of May,
Believe me, dearest, when I say,
I will own thy power.
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