Brushland Del Co
It is not very warm to day. Some of the folks are to Church to day. This is the last day of May. 1868
I was out a viewing to day. Brushland.
I saw her but a moment.
Our words were very few
But sweet they and tender
As violets bathed in dew.
I saw her but a moment
With joy my heart was filled –
I would have died that instant.
If fate had only willed.
I saw her but a moment.
Oh come again sweet gleam.
And brighten with thy presence
The day start rising beam.
It is not very warm to day. Some of the folks are to Church to day. This is the last day of May. 1868
I was out a viewing to day. Brushland.
I saw her but a moment.
Our words were very few
But sweet they and tender
As violets bathed in dew.
I saw her but a moment
With joy my heart was filled –
I would have died that instant.
If fate had only willed.
I saw her but a moment.
Oh come again sweet gleam.
And brighten with thy presence
The day start rising beam.
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