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A LOVE SONG.
The veil of night has come between,
The golden sun and I;
Sweet love to me has intervened,
I know not how, nor why.
The golden sun and I;
Sweet love to me has intervened,
I know not how, nor why.
And every balmy breeze that blow,
The rustling leaves above;
Like harmonizing music flow,
And whisper sighs of love.
The rustling leaves above;
Like harmonizing music flow,
And whisper sighs of love.
I've ofttimes launched in land of dreams,
Through realms of thorns and flowers;
But love still lights my weary way,
Through sad and happy hours.
Through realms of thorns and flowers;
But love still lights my weary way,
Through sad and happy hours.
Now list my song, my lady love,
While each note clear doth swell;
Each note vibrates a promise true,
I ask thee, Is it well?
While each note clear doth swell;
Each note vibrates a promise true,
I ask thee, Is it well?
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