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AT IDSALL
We have not now the long, long days
When you and I were young
And walk'd together in such ways
As never poet sung;
When you and I were young
And walk'd together in such ways
As never poet sung;
Ways of distraction and distress,
And paths obscure and blind;
Which only Purity could bless,
And only Love could find.
And paths obscure and blind;
Which only Purity could bless,
And only Love could find.
No, for our days are short and few:
But then, our path is clear:
None dares to ask us what we do,
Nor why we linger here;
But then, our path is clear:
None dares to ask us what we do,
Nor why we linger here;
None can speak evil of your name,
Or make too free with mine;
For both were always clear from shame
And wedlock is divine.
Or make too free with mine;
For both were always clear from shame
And wedlock is divine.
So, Love has bless'd our cottage life
And your unselfish will:
For you and I are man and wife,
And yet are sweethearts still.
And your unselfish will:
For you and I are man and wife,
And yet are sweethearts still.
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