 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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BETRAYED.
When first, a new-born babe, he smiled,
Ere yet a name was given,
We knew not if the stranger child
Were more of earth or heaven.
Ere yet a name was given,
We knew not if the stranger child
Were more of earth or heaven.
His eyes, twin dewdrops, took the light
Of noonday's perfect blue:
His cheeks, young apple-blossoms white,
To warmer blushes grew.
Of noonday's perfect blue:
His cheeks, young apple-blossoms white,
To warmer blushes grew.
His lips,—a rosy oracle,
And fragrant as a flower's,—
Like breathing petals, seemed to tell
Of sweeter thoughts than ours.
And fragrant as a flower's,—
Like breathing petals, seemed to tell
Of sweeter thoughts than ours.
His name?—It is a balmy word
Of sound and silence wove;
We caught it when an Echo stirred
In sleep, and whispered—“Love.”
Of sound and silence wove;
We caught it when an Echo stirred
In sleep, and whispered—“Love.”
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |