"SELMA".
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I have gazed upon thy mountains,
And the fresh green earth below;
I have pressed thy roses to my lips,
And twined them round my brow;
I have seen that earth below so fair,
The heaven so bright above,
That the world seemed full of poetry,
As my heart was full of love.
And the fresh green earth below;
I have pressed thy roses to my lips,
And twined them round my brow;
I have seen that earth below so fair,
The heaven so bright above,
That the world seemed full of poetry,
As my heart was full of love.
They are passed; those happy moments!—
They are passed, to come no more;
And like a weary mariner,
I stand upon the shore,
And think upon that distant land,
Where waiting hearts there be;
Or, with a shudder, deem perchance
No eyes watch there for me!
They are passed, to come no more;
And like a weary mariner,
I stand upon the shore,
And think upon that distant land,
Where waiting hearts there be;
Or, with a shudder, deem perchance
No eyes watch there for me!
I would have some simple token,
Some old familiar strain;
I would have some softly-murmuring voice
Breathe "Mary" once again!
Then, methinks, my soul within me,
Would rejoice in tears once more,
And I would mingle with thine own
My voice forevermore.
Some old familiar strain;
I would have some softly-murmuring voice
Breathe "Mary" once again!
Then, methinks, my soul within me,
Would rejoice in tears once more,
And I would mingle with thine own
My voice forevermore.
And! when earthly sorrow,
And when earthly joy is past,
Within some dear familiar shade,
I'd lay me down at hist.
And when earthly joy is past,
Within some dear familiar shade,
I'd lay me down at hist.
