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TO ANGELINE.
O'er many a hill the winds blow shrill,
The blue seas roll between—
And yet, methinks, I see you still,
Dear little Angeline!
The blue seas roll between—
And yet, methinks, I see you still,
Dear little Angeline!
And thus could almost bid you stay,
To clasp your hand in mine,
With that confiding, gentle way
You had in “auld lang syne.”
To clasp your hand in mine,
With that confiding, gentle way
You had in “auld lang syne.”
And take, once more, a pleasant walk
On old Rhode Island's shore—
We always loved to hear you talk—
So, prattle on, once more.
On old Rhode Island's shore—
We always loved to hear you talk—
So, prattle on, once more.
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Can you recall that happy day,
When, by the salt-sea tide,
In merry sport, and careless play,
We wandered, side by side?
Your heart o'erflowing, sweet and wild,
And I, once more, a happy child.
When, by the salt-sea tide,
In merry sport, and careless play,
We wandered, side by side?
Your heart o'erflowing, sweet and wild,
And I, once more, a happy child.
Mid those lone rocks the sea-winds sigh,
The waves still toss their spray,
The calm blue sky still bends on high—
Though we are far away.
And on that dear, far distant shore,
Perchance we two shall meet no more.
The waves still toss their spray,
The calm blue sky still bends on high—
Though we are far away.
And on that dear, far distant shore,
Perchance we two shall meet no more.
Gone are the joyous days of old,
The star of youth has set,
And friendship changed, and love grown cold—
Since face to face we met.
Yet thy dear name, I scarce know why,
Brings back sweet thoughts of days gone by.
The star of youth has set,
And friendship changed, and love grown cold—
Since face to face we met.
Yet thy dear name, I scarce know why,
Brings back sweet thoughts of days gone by.
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Of many a wild and woodland glen,
Of many a streamlet's flow—
Methought that we were happy then—
But this was long ago.
And since those pleasant moments, we
Have wandered far o'er earth and sea.
Of many a streamlet's flow—
Methought that we were happy then—
But this was long ago.
And since those pleasant moments, we
Have wandered far o'er earth and sea.
And ah! so many weary years,
May now have glided by,
That woman's cares and woman's tears,
Have dimmed that sparkling eye.
The gentle eye that once I knew
As clear and calm as heaven's own blue.
May now have glided by,
That woman's cares and woman's tears,
Have dimmed that sparkling eye.
The gentle eye that once I knew
As clear and calm as heaven's own blue.
And thou this altered form wouldst scan,
I fear, with little joy,
And shrink to find a wayward man
Too like the wayward boy.
And meet on his unquiet brow
A darker shade than ever now.
I fear, with little joy,
And shrink to find a wayward man
Too like the wayward boy.
And meet on his unquiet brow
A darker shade than ever now.
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But we will hope for happier days,
Like those enchanted hours,
On which the light of memory plays
Like sunshine over flowers.
Like those enchanted hours,
On which the light of memory plays
Like sunshine over flowers.
For thou art not forgotten here,
And ah! how canst thou be,
While feelings, to each heart so dear,
Are twined with thoughts of thee?
And ah! how canst thou be,
While feelings, to each heart so dear,
Are twined with thoughts of thee?
And there is one, who still shall keep
Those thoughts, till memory part—
And waft across the sullen deep,
A blessing to thy heart.
Those thoughts, till memory part—
And waft across the sullen deep,
A blessing to thy heart.
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