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My Lyrical Life | ||
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THE WEDDING-RING.
This old world is scarce worth seeing,
Till Love wave his purple wing,
And we gauge the bliss of being,
Through a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
Till Love wave his purple wing,
And we gauge the bliss of being,
Through a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
Would you draw far Eden nearer,
And to earth the Angels bring;
You must seek the magic mirror
Of a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
And to earth the Angels bring;
You must seek the magic mirror
Of a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
As the earth with sea is bounded,
And the winter-world with spring,
So a Maiden's life is rounded
With a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
And the winter-world with spring,
So a Maiden's life is rounded
With a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
I have known full many a Maiden,
Like a white rose withering,
Into fresh ripe beauty redden
Through a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
Like a white rose withering,
Into fresh ripe beauty redden
Through a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
As the crescent Moon rings golden,
Her full glory perfecting,
Womanly beauty is unfolden
In a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
Her full glory perfecting,
Womanly beauty is unfolden
In a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
Fainting spirits oft grow fearless,
Sighing hearts will soar and sing,
Tearful eyes will laugh out tearless,
Through a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
Sighing hearts will soar and sing,
Tearful eyes will laugh out tearless,
Through a golden wedding-ring;
Heigho, the wedding-ring.
My Lyrical Life | ||