 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
OH! THAT GOLDEN STRAND.
Where is the light of that azure eye
That beam'd with heaven's own blue?
Clouded, betimes, like an April sky
With sunshine peeping through;
But when the tear had pass'd away,
How heav'nly bright was the smile's sweet ray:
Oh! that golden strand,
In a distant land—
There will fond memory stray!
That beam'd with heaven's own blue?
Clouded, betimes, like an April sky
With sunshine peeping through;
But when the tear had pass'd away,
How heav'nly bright was the smile's sweet ray:
Oh! that golden strand,
In a distant land—
There will fond memory stray!
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Where is the voice that I used to hear?
Whose sound was Love's own spell,
Greeting the ear with a modest fear,
As it said it lov'd me well.
And then 'twas hush'd—as if half afraid
Of the joy it felt and the joy it made—
Oh! that golden strand,
In a distant land—
There let my memory dwell!
Whose sound was Love's own spell,
Greeting the ear with a modest fear,
As it said it lov'd me well.
And then 'twas hush'd—as if half afraid
Of the joy it felt and the joy it made—
Oh! that golden strand,
In a distant land—
There let my memory dwell!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |