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Poems by James Hyslop

... With a Sketch of his Life, and Notes on his Poems, By the Rev. Peter Mearns

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XXXVII.
To Lydia.

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(Upon singing, “Go where glory waits thee.”)

Yes, thou lov'd one, ever,
Tho' we soon must sever,
I will remember thee:
When life's winding way lies
Thro' love's sunny valleys,
I will remember thee.
In my musing hours,
'Mong those blooming bowers,
Should one wreath of flowers
Haply woven be,
Worthy of entwining
'Mong thy ringlets shining,
I will remember thee.
When night's shades are falling
Round thy woodland dwelling,
I will remember thee;
And when morn discloses
Summer's earliest roses,
I will remember thee.
When the sunshine yellow,
And the fresh green willow
To the banks recall you,
Where you've walked with me,
Think, when thou shalt ponder
'Mong the spring flowers yonder,
I will remember thee.
When night's lamps shall gleam on
Dark-eyed lovely women,
I will remember thee;
When bright gems are glancing
'Mong their love-locks dancing,
I will remember thee.

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When sweet strains are dying
On sweet lips replying
To a lover's sighing—
Haply one like me;
When soft hands are thrilling,
Love's expression telling,
I will remember thee.