Freston
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LOVE'S PLEA
Darling, come back to me! My spirit tires,
Thus winging its swift flight o'er land and sea,
Weighted with all the heart's and soul's desires
To be with thee, my loved one, only thee!
Thus winging its swift flight o'er land and sea,
Weighted with all the heart's and soul's desires
To be with thee, my loved one, only thee!
Slowly, how slowly drag the leaden hours!—
Old Time has grown so old with thee away,—
But like a swallow's flight o'er paths of flowers,—
Wert thou but here,—would pass each happy day.
Old Time has grown so old with thee away,—
But like a swallow's flight o'er paths of flowers,—
Wert thou but here,—would pass each happy day.
Darling, come back to me! In all the world
There beats one heart alone whose love I prize.
My richest melodies are thy sweet words,
My star of hope, the light in thy dear eyes.
There beats one heart alone whose love I prize.
My richest melodies are thy sweet words,
My star of hope, the light in thy dear eyes.
Sweetheart, I miss thee so! In every crowd,
Like bird that mourns a mate, I am alone;
And hushed the song my heart sang, glad and proud,
To know thy love-song mingled with my own.
Like bird that mourns a mate, I am alone;
And hushed the song my heart sang, glad and proud,
To know thy love-song mingled with my own.
