Of that dear hand, remember'd well,—
Ah! by many a secret spell
Can true love find her own!
For true love can ne'er forget,
Fondly as when they met,
He loved his lady yet,—
His darling one. ——S. Lover.
Of that dear hand, remember'd well,—
Ah! by many a secret spell
Can true love find her own!
For true love can ne'er forget,
Fondly as when they met,
He loved his lady yet,—
His darling one. ——S. Lover.