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I WILL LOVE THEE, MARY!

While the larks mount up in spring,
While the grouse sport on the ling,
While the thrush and blackbird sing,
I will love thee, Mary!
While the heat of summer glows
On each daisy, pink, and rose,—
Come sweet pleasure or deep woes,
I will love thee, Mary!
When the harvest field appears
Yellow with the golden ears,—
Bless'd with joys, or press'd with cares,
I will love thee, Mary!
In the coldest winter's frost,
On the drifted mountain lost,
Or on foaming billows toss'd,
I will love thee, Mary!
Life may waste,—but still impress'd
Are thy virtues on my breast;
Till in death my heart shall rest,
I will love thee, Mary!