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poems.
TO CARRIE.
Sweet friend, thy pensive face I see
In all my lonely wanderings;
And oft I sigh for thy loved voice,
As weary bird in prison sings.
In all my lonely wanderings;
And oft I sigh for thy loved voice,
As weary bird in prison sings.
I have met and loved thee dearly,
And my heart beats with delight,
As I listen in the twilight
For thy cheerful laugh so bright.
And my heart beats with delight,
As I listen in the twilight
For thy cheerful laugh so bright.
In the summer's glad, gay sounding,
'Mong the woods so tall and drear,
I am often dreaming, loved one,
Often wishing you were here.
'Mong the woods so tall and drear,
I am often dreaming, loved one,
Often wishing you were here.
We are young, and life has charms
And we know not when they'll fade;
We are young, and seldom ponder
When our grave-bed may be made.
And we know not when they'll fade;
We are young, and seldom ponder
When our grave-bed may be made.
