 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THERE IS A GENTLE GLEAM.
There is a gentle gleam when the dawn is nigh,
That sheds a tender light o'er the morning sky,
When we see that light, we know
That the noontide soon will glow.
O! such the light, I know,
In my true love's eye.
That sheds a tender light o'er the morning sky,
When we see that light, we know
That the noontide soon will glow.
O! such the light, I know,
In my true love's eye.
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There is a blushing bud on the springtide bough,
That tells of coming fruit—tho' 'tis fruitless now,
So, the blush I love to trace
O'er the beauty of that face,
Tells that love will come apace,
As I breathe my vow.
That tells of coming fruit—tho' 'tis fruitless now,
So, the blush I love to trace
O'er the beauty of that face,
Tells that love will come apace,
As I breathe my vow.
There are mem'ries of the past which we all love well,
And the present rings its chime like a silver bell;
But the future—all unknown,
Hath a music of its own,
For the promise of its tone
Can all else excel!
And the present rings its chime like a silver bell;
But the future—all unknown,
Hath a music of its own,
For the promise of its tone
Can all else excel!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |