. Lyrics on freedom, love and death . sleep! Then none will weep. 63 BENEATH THE ROSES. Full oft my thought, of late, Idelle, When bright the night-star burneth,Unto the spot we loved so well In happier moments turneth :—And to the time when there we sat By clambering roses shaded,When still we talked of this, or that. Until the evening faded: When still our laughter was not loud ; When sadness was not sorrow;When all our sky had not a cloud, Our day had not a morrow :When love had never time for tears. Nay, knew not what their flow meant;But ever drew the bliss of years From each succeeding m
. Lyrics on freedom, love and death . sleep! Then none will weep. 63 BENEATH THE ROSES. Full oft my thought, of late, Idelle, When bright the night-star burneth,Unto the spot we loved so well In happier moments turneth :—And to the time when there we sat By clambering roses shaded,When still we talked of this, or that. Until the evening faded: When still our laughter was not loud ; When sadness was not sorrow;When all our sky had not a cloud, Our day had not a morrow :When love had never time for tears. Nay, knew not what their flow meant;But ever drew the bliss of years From each succeeding moment. 64 Beneath the Roses. Ay, oft remembrance of those days Oer sense and feeling flashes:And though our vows have gone their ways, Though love be dust and ashes :And though we woke from peace to pain— Tis ever so, or mostly !—I still would live life oer again, Though it were twice as costly. Could I but have thee by my side When night about me clasp thee in my arms, my bride, For aye beneath the roses ! •^^^^^r. 65
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