To a Playfellow
And all his dreams a shining rope
Of sun and mist, of light and dew,
Are wound about her willing feet,
And all his ways are wild and sweet.
I sing a song of Hope
To you.
Of sun and mist, of light and dew,
Are wound about her willing feet,
And all his ways are wild and sweet.
I sing a song of Hope
To you.
A song of Love
I sing to you,
For Youth and Love are comrades ever,
Oh, laughing comrades hard to sever!
And when you too bright Love pursue,
Be sure he will not miss the chance
Of leading you a merry dance
With snares beneath and stars above.
I sing to you
A song of Love!
I sing to you,
For Youth and Love are comrades ever,
Oh, laughing comrades hard to sever!
And when you too bright Love pursue,
Be sure he will not miss the chance
Of leading you a merry dance
With snares beneath and stars above.
I sing to you
A song of Love!
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