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BE SURE YOU CALL.
It was a rustic cottage gate,
And over it a maiden leant,
Upon her face and youthful grace
A lover's earnest eyes were bent.
“Good-night,” she said, “once more, good-night,
The evening star is rising high;
But early with the morning light
Be sure you call as you pass by,
As you pass by,
Be sure you call as you pass by.”
And over it a maiden leant,
Upon her face and youthful grace
A lover's earnest eyes were bent.
“Good-night,” she said, “once more, good-night,
The evening star is rising high;
But early with the morning light
Be sure you call as you pass by,
As you pass by,
Be sure you call as you pass by.”
The spring had into summer leapt,
Brown autumn's hand her treasures threw,
When forth a merry party swept
In bridal garments, two by two;
I saw it was the maid that bless'd
The evening star that rose so high:—
For he, as I suppose you've guess'd,
Had often call'd as he pass'd by,
As he pass'd by,
Had often call'd as he pass'd by.
Brown autumn's hand her treasures threw,
When forth a merry party swept
In bridal garments, two by two;
I saw it was the maid that bless'd
The evening star that rose so high:—
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Had often call'd as he pass'd by,
As he pass'd by,
Had often call'd as he pass'd by.
Oh, blissful lot, where all's forgot,
Save love, that wreathes the heart with flowers!
Oh, what's a throne to that dear cot
Whose only wealth is happy hours?
And oft, if o'er the woodland way
The evening star is rising high,
I fancy still I hear her say,
“Be sure you call as you pass by,
As you pass by,
Be sure you call as you pass by.”
Save love, that wreathes the heart with flowers!
Oh, what's a throne to that dear cot
Whose only wealth is happy hours?
And oft, if o'er the woodland way
The evening star is rising high,
I fancy still I hear her say,
“Be sure you call as you pass by,
As you pass by,
Be sure you call as you pass by.”
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