Monday reveries and recollections . las! as swift as a flies in great fearWhen it sees danger near,So my love, at the sound, fled awayWhen I laughed at the woman todayTo whom I had given my love. Sunshine. I see from out my window,A dozen times a day, A merry little maiden Beneath the trees at play. Her hair is like the sunshine—So yellow and so bright— It glows within the shadows,And glistens in the light. 52 Her eyes are full of laughter, Her lips are rosy red,And in each childish motion Sweet grace and beauty wed. Her sister calls her Dolly; Her mother, Daughter mine; While I, he
Monday reveries and recollections . las! as swift as a flies in great fearWhen it sees danger near,So my love, at the sound, fled awayWhen I laughed at the woman todayTo whom I had given my love. Sunshine. I see from out my window,A dozen times a day, A merry little maiden Beneath the trees at play. Her hair is like the sunshine—So yellow and so bright— It glows within the shadows,And glistens in the light. 52 Her eyes are full of laughter, Her lips are rosy red,And in each childish motion Sweet grace and beauty wed. Her sister calls her Dolly; Her mother, Daughter mine; While I, her father, whisper, God bless my sweet Sunshine! Songs of the Night. In the gloom of the long sleepless night, When the lightOf the stars is enwrapped in a shroudOf black I say to my heart, Do not startIn affright; do not fear;God is here. In the night when by sorrow oppressed And distressed,Oft I sing some sweet song of the no lightIn the heavens doth glow, For I knowThat the Lord doth abideAt mv side. 4.
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