 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
I CAN NE'ER FORGET THEE.
It is the chime; the hour draws near
When you and I must sever;
Alas, it must be many a year,
And it may be for ever.
How long till we shall meet again;
How short since first I met thee;
How brief the bliss—how long the pain—
For I can ne'er forget thee.
When you and I must sever;
Alas, it must be many a year,
And it may be for ever.
How long till we shall meet again;
How short since first I met thee;
How brief the bliss—how long the pain—
For I can ne'er forget thee.
You said my heart was cold and stern,
You doubted love when strongest;
In future years you'll live to learn
Proud hearts can love the longest.
Oh! sometimes think when press'd to hear,
When flippant tongues beset thee,
That all must love thee when thou'rt near;
But one will ne'er forget thee!
You doubted love when strongest;
In future years you'll live to learn
Proud hearts can love the longest.
Oh! sometimes think when press'd to hear,
When flippant tongues beset thee,
That all must love thee when thou'rt near;
But one will ne'er forget thee!
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The changeful sand doth only know
The shallow tide and latest;
The rocks have marked its highest flow,
The deepest and the greatest:
And deeper still the flood-marks grow;—
So, since the hour I met thee,
The more the tide of time doth flow,
The less can I forget thee!
The shallow tide and latest;
The rocks have marked its highest flow,
The deepest and the greatest:
And deeper still the flood-marks grow;—
So, since the hour I met thee,
The more the tide of time doth flow,
The less can I forget thee!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |