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COME, OH COME!
By the flowers which deck the smiling earth,
By the scents which tell of the violet's birth,
By the dew that glistens in greenwood bowers,
By the glancing light of the summer showers,
Come, oh come!
By the scents which tell of the violet's birth,
By the dew that glistens in greenwood bowers,
By the glancing light of the summer showers,
Come, oh come!
By the mystic letters of ancient lore,
By the page we were wont to read of yore,
By the thrilling tales of those glad old times,
By the poet's love, by the minstrel's rhymes,
Come, oh come!
By the page we were wont to read of yore,
By the thrilling tales of those glad old times,
By the poet's love, by the minstrel's rhymes,
Come, oh come!
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By the thoughts which in peaceful silence sleep,
By the voice of affection, calm yet deep,
By the joyous hopes of thine early day,
By the power of thy friendship's gentle sway,
Come, oh come!
By the voice of affection, calm yet deep,
By the joyous hopes of thine early day,
By the power of thy friendship's gentle sway,
Come, oh come!
Come, as thou camest in years gone by,
With the bounding step, and the beaming eye,
Come, thou untainted by grief or by guile,
With thy peaceful look, and thy cloudless smile,
Come, oh come!
With the bounding step, and the beaming eye,
Come, thou untainted by grief or by guile,
With thy peaceful look, and thy cloudless smile,
Come, oh come!
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