The lion's cub | ||
THE WALK AT NIGHT.
Tell me what is sweeter
Than a walk at night,
With one we love beside us
And the moon in sight?
Than a walk at night,
With one we love beside us
And the moon in sight?
Who would have thought the Spring-time
So prodigal could be?
Behold the blossoms burning,
Like lamps on every tree.
So prodigal could be?
Behold the blossoms burning,
Like lamps on every tree.
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What tree is this? An almond?
A peach, it seems to me;
And the fruit there—pluck it darling,
The heart I offer thee.
A peach, it seems to me;
And the fruit there—pluck it darling,
The heart I offer thee.
The lion's cub | ||