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Sweet Evelyn bowed her lovely head.
"I pledge myself to you," she said,
"To be your true and loving wife
Till death divide this earthly life."
"I pledge myself to you," she said,
"To be your true and loving wife
Till death divide this earthly life."
He fondly kissed her dewy cheek,
And uttered words both sweet and meek;
Then kneeling low on bended knee,
He pledged eternal constancy.
And uttered words both sweet and meek;
Then kneeling low on bended knee,
He pledged eternal constancy.
The months passed on; the summer came
Mingled with sunshine and with rain.
The check of Evelyn now grew thin;
But still she cherished love for him.
Mingled with sunshine and with rain.
The check of Evelyn now grew thin;
But still she cherished love for him.
The years roiled on, and o'er the moor
She watched for him who'd return no more;
The old moss cottage grew worn and gray,
While sunbeams danced in joyous play.
She watched for him who'd return no more;
The old moss cottage grew worn and gray,
While sunbeams danced in joyous play.
The villagers listed in vain for the song,
Borne on the air of evening along;
For Evelyn now was pale and weak,
And gone were the roses from her cheek.
Borne on the air of evening along;
For Evelyn now was pale and weak,
And gone were the roses from her cheek.
