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TO A---.
Thou art very lovely, thou
Of the calm unshadowed brow,
Soul serene;
In whose happy look I read
Gentle thought and gentle deed—
Angeline.
Of the calm unshadowed brow,
Soul serene;
In whose happy look I read
Gentle thought and gentle deed—
Angeline.
In that merry eye half hid
'Neath its darkly fringéd lid—
Softly seen.
Oh, the witchery that lies
In those sweet and sunny eyes,
Angel een!
'Neath its darkly fringéd lid—
Softly seen.
Oh, the witchery that lies
In those sweet and sunny eyes,
Angel een!
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With thine image cometh still
Sunny meadow—shady hill—
Forest green—
Where in pleasant task or play,
We might dream our life away,
Angeline.
Sunny meadow—shady hill—
Forest green—
Where in pleasant task or play,
We might dream our life away,
Angeline.
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