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Pale Memory brings her gifts to me
From out of the gloomy past;
But sighing, I turn to the present again,
And pray for her pleasures to last.
From out of the gloomy past;
But sighing, I turn to the present again,
And pray for her pleasures to last.
Sweet Memory comes with tear-stained eye,
And parts my hair of brown,
Asks me to choose, in a voice so low,
Between her and the future's frown.
And parts my hair of brown,
Asks me to choose, in a voice so low,
Between her and the future's frown.
I reach forth my hand to Memory;
Sad though her treasures may be,
Yet sweeter by far is her voice so low,
Than the voice of the future to me.
Sad though her treasures may be,
Yet sweeter by far is her voice so low,
Than the voice of the future to me.
Still I sit and dream o'er the sad, sad scene
Loved Memory brings to me,
With chastened heart and tear-dimmed eye,
From her watch-tower over the sea.
Loved Memory brings to me,
With chastened heart and tear-dimmed eye,
From her watch-tower over the sea.
