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When at eve thou rovest,
By the star thou lovest,
Oh! then remember me.
Think when home returning,
Bright we’ve seen it burning.
Oh! then remember me.
Oft as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes
On its ling’ring roses,
Once so lov’d by thee:
Think on her who wove them,
Her who made thee love them,
Oh! then remember me.
When around thee dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,
Oh! then remember me.
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,
Oh! then remember me.
Then should music stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,
Draw one tear from thee;
Then let memory bring thee,
Strains I us’d to sing thee,
Oh! then remember me.
