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PAUL VANE.
(ANSWER TO "LORENA.")
The years are creeping slowly by, dear Paul,
The winters corne and go;
The wind sweeps past with mournful cry, dear Paul,
And pelt my face with snow;
But there's no snow upon the heart, dear Paul,
'Tis summer always there;
Those early loves throw sunshine over all,
And sweeten memories dear.
The winters corne and go;
The wind sweeps past with mournful cry, dear Paul,
And pelt my face with snow;
But there's no snow upon the heart, dear Paul,
'Tis summer always there;
Those early loves throw sunshine over all,
And sweeten memories dear.
I thought it easy to forget, dear Paul,
Life glowed with youthful hope;
The glorious future gleamed yet, dear Paul,
And bade us clamber up;
Life glowed with youthful hope;
The glorious future gleamed yet, dear Paul,
And bade us clamber up;
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They frowning said, "it must not, cannot be,
Break now the hopeless bands!"
And, Paul, you know how well that bitter day,
I bent to their commands.
Break now the hopeless bands!"
And, Paul, you know how well that bitter day,
I bent to their commands.
I've kept you ever in my heart, dear Paul,
Through years of good and ill;
Our souls could not be torn apart, dear Paul,
They're bound together still!
I never knew how dear you were to me,
Till I was left alone;
I thought my poor, poor heart would break, the day
They told me you were gone.
Through years of good and ill;
Our souls could not be torn apart, dear Paul,
They're bound together still!
I never knew how dear you were to me,
Till I was left alone;
I thought my poor, poor heart would break, the day
They told me you were gone.
Perhaps we'll never, never meet, dear Paul,
Upon this earth so fair,
But there, where happy angels greet, dear Paul,
You'll meet Lorena there;
Together up the ever-shining way,
We'll press with hoping heart;
Together through the bright, eternal day,
And never more to part.
Upon this earth so fair,
But there, where happy angels greet, dear Paul,
You'll meet Lorena there;
Together up the ever-shining way,
We'll press with hoping heart;
Together through the bright, eternal day,
And never more to part.
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