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OH! SOME WILL REMEMBER.
Oh! some will remember thy beauty, and speak
Of thy delicate brow, and the rose of thy cheek;
But I shall remember—though these should depart—
The depth of thy feeling, and kindness of heart!
Of thy delicate brow, and the rose of thy cheek;
But I shall remember—though these should depart—
The depth of thy feeling, and kindness of heart!
And some will recall thee when music and song
Gave joy to the moments, and charm'd the gay throng;
But I shall remember, when these are at rest,
The sweetness—far dearer—that sprang from thy breast.
Gave joy to the moments, and charm'd the gay throng;
But I shall remember, when these are at rest,
The sweetness—far dearer—that sprang from thy breast.
And some recollections may turn to the hour
When thy hand was the first with its gift, or its flower;
But I shall remember, when flowers lose their breath,
The gift of thy friendship—and prize it till death!
When thy hand was the first with its gift, or its flower;
But I shall remember, when flowers lose their breath,
The gift of thy friendship—and prize it till death!
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