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            EVER OF

               THEE.

Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming:
Thy gentle voice my spirit can chee;
Thou wert the star, that mildly beaming
Shone over my path when all was dark
and drear.

Still in my heart thy form I cherish ;
Ev'ry kind thought, like a bird flies to thee
Ah! never till death and mem'ry perish,
Can I forget how dear thou art to me.

Morn noon, and night where'er I may be,
Fonvdly I'm dreaming, ever of thee.
Ever of the when sad and lonely,
Wand'ring after, my soul joy'd to dwell

Ah then I felt I loved the only,—
All seemed to fade, before affections spell
Years have not chill'd the love I cherish,
True as the sta s hath mv heart been to
thee

Ah never till life and memory perish'
Can I forget how dear thou art to me
Morn, noon, and night, whereer I may be.
Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee.