 | A Selection from the Works of Frederick Locker |  |
II. A KIND PROVIDENCE.
He dropt a tear on Susan's bier,
He seemed a most despairing swain;
But bluer sky brought newer tie,
And—would he wish her back again?
He seemed a most despairing swain;
But bluer sky brought newer tie,
And—would he wish her back again?
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The moments fly, and, when we die,
Will Philly Thistletop complain?
She'll cry and sigh, and—dry her eye,
And let herself be wooed again.
Will Philly Thistletop complain?
She'll cry and sigh, and—dry her eye,
And let herself be wooed again.
| A Selection from the Works of Frederick Locker | |