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JENNY ALLEN.

I never shall hear your voice again,
 Your voice so gentle and low;
But the thought of you, Jenny Allen,
 Will go with me where I go.
Your sweet voice drowns the Atlantic wave
 And the rush of the Alpine snow.

You were very fair, Jenny Allen,
 Fair as a woodland rose;
Your heart was pure as an angel's heart,
 Too good for earth and its woes,
And I loved you, Jenny Allen,
 With a sorrowful love, God knows.

You loved me, Jenny Allen,
 My sorrow made me wise;
And I read your heart, 'twas an easy task,
 For within your clear blue eyes,
Your pure and innocent thoughts shone out
 Like stars from the summer skies.

He had riches and fame with his seventy years
 When he won you for his wife;