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And, as for me, where'er my footsteps wend,
My heart brim full of thee, my happy friend!
Shall pine, when musing on thy sweet young face,
Thine airy footstep, and thy breezy grace,
To lay a soft hand 'mid thy trembling curls
And bless thee as the loveliest of girls.
My heart brim full of thee, my happy friend!
Shall pine, when musing on thy sweet young face,
Thine airy footstep, and thy breezy grace,
To lay a soft hand 'mid thy trembling curls
And bless thee as the loveliest of girls.
