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WHEN DROWSY DAYLIGHT.
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When drowsy daylight's drooping e'eCloses o'er the fading lea,—
When evening hums his vesper-song,
And twinkling dews the meadow throng,
I'll come to meet thee, Mary!
II
The lazy hours refuse to fly;As gaudy day goes creeping by,
I count each moment with a sigh,
Until the hour of shade steals nigh,
That brings me to my Mary!
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III
The flower is dear unto the lea,The blossom to the parent tree:—
Thou'rt more than flower and leaf to me—
This heart of mine, by love of thee,
Must bloom or wither, Mary.
IV
The summer woods are waving fair;The bluebell scents the evening air;
The small bird woos its mate to share
Its little nest and loving care:—
Oh, be my own, my Mary!
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