Was that what I said last evening?
Ah! yes, and I'll you the rest,
All, how my sorrow has left me
And joy is my welcome guest.
I was sitting, watching the shadows
Creep down from the pines on the hill,
As if loth to touch the maples
All aglow by the brookside mill.
Ah! yes, and I'll you the rest,
All, how my sorrow has left me
And joy is my welcome guest.
I was sitting, watching the shadows
Creep down from the pines on the hill,
As if loth to touch the maples
All aglow by the brookside mill.
And I thought, till through the stillness
Somebody spoke my name;
Ah, well, last night was a picture,
And God's love its golden frame,
He has come-but now I must leave you,
For I hear his step in the hall,
You see it was well that I trusted,
For he has proved true after all.
Somebody spoke my name;
Ah, well, last night was a picture,
And God's love its golden frame,
He has come-but now I must leave you,
For I hear his step in the hall,
You see it was well that I trusted,
For he has proved true after all.
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