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BEYOND THE DOOR.
Beyond the door her voice I hear,
Sweet as a songbird's, soft, and clear;
Ah, would that I could enter there,
And gliding up the old oak stair,
Pass to her side who has no peer.
Sweet as a songbird's, soft, and clear;
Ah, would that I could enter there,
And gliding up the old oak stair,
Pass to her side who has no peer.
But as I think of drawing near,
I tremble with delicious fear,
Oh, to steal on her unaware,
Beyond the door!
I tremble with delicious fear,
Oh, to steal on her unaware,
Beyond the door!
But once to whisper in her ear,
How dear she is,—how very dear;
Would she not listen to my prayer,
Lift me to hope from dark despair,
And turn to heaven, that unknown sphere
Beyond the door?
How dear she is,—how very dear;
Would she not listen to my prayer,
Lift me to hope from dark despair,
And turn to heaven, that unknown sphere
Beyond the door?
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