 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
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THE SUNSHINE IN YOU.
It is sweet when we look round the wide world's waste,
To know that the desert bestows
The palms where the heavy head may rest,
The spring that in purity flows.
And where have I found
In this wilderness round,
That spring and that shelter so true;
Unfailing in need—
And my own, indeed?—
Oh! dearest, I've found it in you!
To know that the desert bestows
The palms where the heavy head may rest,
The spring that in purity flows.
And where have I found
In this wilderness round,
That spring and that shelter so true;
Unfailing in need—
And my own, indeed?—
Oh! dearest, I've found it in you!
And, oh! when the cloud of some darkening hour
O'ershadows the soul with its gloom;
Then where is the light of the vestal pow'r,
The lamp of pale hope to illume?
Oh! the light ever lies
In those fond bright eyes,
Where heaven has impress'd its own blue,
As a seal from the skies;
And my heart relies
On that gift of its sunshine in you!
O'ershadows the soul with its gloom;
Then where is the light of the vestal pow'r,
The lamp of pale hope to illume?
Oh! the light ever lies
In those fond bright eyes,
Where heaven has impress'd its own blue,
As a seal from the skies;
And my heart relies
On that gift of its sunshine in you!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |