POEMS.
131
Ah, well do I remember,—
For I can ne'er forget:
Those moonlight eves of summer
Fondly linger round me yet;
While oft the sigh I smother
For the sweet remembered past,
And the cherished ones who loved me
With a love too pure to last.
For I can ne'er forget:
Those moonlight eves of summer
Fondly linger round me yet;
While oft the sigh I smother
For the sweet remembered past,
And the cherished ones who loved me
With a love too pure to last.
Ah, well do I remember,—
For I can ne'er forget
Those moonlight eves of summer
When many a time I've set
Within some leafy bower,
In my girlhood's happy day,—
With loved ones all around me,
Have whiled the hours away.
For I can ne'er forget
Those moonlight eves of summer
When many a time I've set
Within some leafy bower,
In my girlhood's happy day,—
With loved ones all around me,
Have whiled the hours away.
Ah, well do I remember,—
For how can I forget
The moonlight eves of summer
Shine just as brightly yet.
And in the far-off heavens
Shines many a gleaming light;
Where in the great Hereafter
Our spirits may unite.
For how can I forget
The moonlight eves of summer
Shine just as brightly yet.
And in the far-off heavens
Shines many a gleaming light;
Where in the great Hereafter
Our spirits may unite.