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RECORDS OF WOMAN.
How in one long deep dream of thee my nights and days have past,
Surely that humble, patient love must win back love at last!
"And thou wilt smile—my own, my own, shall be the sunny smile,
Which brightly fell, and joyously, on all but me erewhile!
No more in vain affection's thirst my weary soul shall pine—
Oh! years of hope deferr'd were paid by one fond glance of thine!
"Thou'lt meet me with that radiant look when thou comest from the chase,
For me, for me, in festal halls it shall kindle o’er thy face!
