The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | ||
A SMILE FROM THEE.
A smile from thee would banish pain,
And bid each doubt and sorrow flee,
I ask but this, once more to gain
A smile from thee.
I 've sought thee long, with fruitless sighs,
And were my bright reward to be
A tender glance from those soft eyes,
'Twere heaven to me.
A smile from thee would banish pain, &c.
And bid each doubt and sorrow flee,
I ask but this, once more to gain
A smile from thee.
I 've sought thee long, with fruitless sighs,
And were my bright reward to be
A tender glance from those soft eyes,
'Twere heaven to me.
A smile from thee would banish pain, &c.
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But ah! if doomed no more to meet,
Whate'er my future fate may be.
This faithful heart will ever beat
With love for thee.
And when I close a life of pain,
The gloomy hour of death will be
An hour of bliss, if then I gain
A tear from thee.
A smile from thee would banish pain, &c.
Whate'er my future fate may be.
This faithful heart will ever beat
With love for thee.
And when I close a life of pain,
The gloomy hour of death will be
An hour of bliss, if then I gain
A tear from thee.
A smile from thee would banish pain, &c.
The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | ||