. By woodland and sea. •fA\AIN 5T. LOOKING STATION h FROM -^. I saw MoUie droop like a lily,Cut down by the cold blighting I heard her dear voice growing weaker,As in feverish ravings she tossed. 1 could hear her breath, shorter and faster,While the night settled heavy and chill. As for hours, by the side. 1 sat watching,Of Mollie, my sweet-heart still. Scarce a week, but so full was the measure,Of wearying heartache and pain, That it seemed like long years in its 1 reached the old home again. In the fair grove of oaks, on a hillside,I lay you my Mollie, to rest.
. By woodland and sea. •fA\AIN 5T. LOOKING STATION h FROM -^. I saw MoUie droop like a lily,Cut down by the cold blighting I heard her dear voice growing weaker,As in feverish ravings she tossed. 1 could hear her breath, shorter and faster,While the night settled heavy and chill. As for hours, by the side. 1 sat watching,Of Mollie, my sweet-heart still. Scarce a week, but so full was the measure,Of wearying heartache and pain, That it seemed like long years in its 1 reached the old home again. In the fair grove of oaks, on a hillside,I lay you my Mollie, to rest. In the care of the Father who gave I turn again to the West.
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