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“ONE HOUR WITH THEE.”
One hour with thee, my lady fair!
One hour with thee!
When morning's freshness scents the air,
And flowers the sweetest be.
When the only sound
That's heard around
Is the merry sky-lark's song,
And the hum of the breeze,
That fans the trees
With its wings as it flits along.
Oh, then one hour with thee my fair!
Oh, then one hour with thee!
One hour with thee!
When morning's freshness scents the air,
And flowers the sweetest be.
When the only sound
That's heard around
Is the merry sky-lark's song,
And the hum of the breeze,
That fans the trees
With its wings as it flits along.
Oh, then one hour with thee my fair!
Oh, then one hour with thee!
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One hour with thee, my lady fair!
One hour with thee!
At sunny noon, when earth doth wear
Her robe of royalty.
When the butterfly sips
With honey'd lips
The sweets from the garden bowers,
And the lily and rose
Their bloom disclose
With pride to the laughing hours.
Oh, then one hour with thee, my fair!
Oh! then one hour with thee!
One hour with thee!
At sunny noon, when earth doth wear
Her robe of royalty.
When the butterfly sips
With honey'd lips
The sweets from the garden bowers,
And the lily and rose
Their bloom disclose
With pride to the laughing hours.
Oh, then one hour with thee, my fair!
Oh! then one hour with thee!
One hour with thee, my lady fair!
One hour with thee!
When twilight's deepening shades prepare
To curtain earth and sea.
When star by star
Looks forth afar,
From the deep blue heaven above,
And the moonbeams rest
On the lake's calm breast,
Like Joy in the arms of Love.
Oh, then one hour with thee, my fair!
Oh, then one hour with thee!
One hour with thee!
When twilight's deepening shades prepare
To curtain earth and sea.
When star by star
Looks forth afar,
From the deep blue heaven above,
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On the lake's calm breast,
Like Joy in the arms of Love.
Oh, then one hour with thee, my fair!
Oh, then one hour with thee!
Each hour with thee, my lady fair!
Each hour with thee!
Oh, blissful then, beyond compare
My destiny would be.
Though love might lose
Its first bright hues,
And Fortune sometimes frown,
From manhood's prime,
Till that sad time,
When life's last sun goes down,
I'd spend it all with thee, my fair!
I'd spend it all with thee!
Each hour with thee!
Oh, blissful then, beyond compare
My destiny would be.
Though love might lose
Its first bright hues,
And Fortune sometimes frown,
From manhood's prime,
Till that sad time,
When life's last sun goes down,
I'd spend it all with thee, my fair!
I'd spend it all with thee!
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