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THE STUDENT.
I
The live-long day, and many a night,Upon my books I pore,
And is it all for fame's delight,
Or all for golden store?
It is not for the golden pay,
Or fame's bright face to see,
But oh! to hurry on the day
When I may marry thee,
My love,
When I may marry thee.
II
The breezy morn, the sunset bright,To me no gladness bring,
Nor summer with its bloom and light,
Nor freshness of the spring;—
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As bright as they can be—
Thy fond look on that happy day
When I may marry thee,
My love,
When I may marry thee.
III
I thought to seek a soldier's lot,—Bright fame, or narrow bed,—
Yet I am chained to one lone spot,
By love-hopes only led;
But heart and brain shall win their way
To some good destiny,
And hurry on the blissful day,
When I may marry thee,
My love,
When I may marry thee.
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