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WILHELMINA.
I know a maid of gentle grace,
With eyes like stars of night,
With such a lovely, beaming face,—
Where'er she is 'tis light!
With eyes like stars of night,
With such a lovely, beaming face,—
Where'er she is 'tis light!
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I have a secret—shall I tell,
That every one may know?
I love this little maiden well—
Sweet Wilhelmina Rowe.
That every one may know?
I love this little maiden well—
Sweet Wilhelmina Rowe.
She has a large place in my heart,
'Tis hers where'er I go.
May we as lovers never part—
Sweet Wilhelmina Rowe.
'Tis hers where'er I go.
May we as lovers never part—
Sweet Wilhelmina Rowe.
And may Our Father's loving care
Protect from every foe;
A benediction is my prayer,—
For Wilhelmina Rowe.
Protect from every foe;
A benediction is my prayer,—
For Wilhelmina Rowe.
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