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A young bright face where all can traceThe heart's pure thoughts ever shining there,
In dreamland golden there's nought beholden,
Half so bewitching or half so fair.
II
Two bright eyes like the summer skies,Where the soul laughs out in a living ray;
What can lighten the heart, and brighten
Its depths, when darkened, so well as they?
III
Lips as red as the light that's shedBy the dew-bright roses in leafy June,
With the white teeth's splendour, and voice as tender,
And soft and sweet as an old love tune.
IV
Oh! my love, my maid of the wildwood gladeIn the western mountains, excels in all;
And through all ranging and fortune's changing,
With those sweet charms keeps my heart in thrall!
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