Yet shalt thou fold it closer to thy breast,
In the dark days, when other loves depart —
And when thou liest down for the long rest,
Then, oh, beloved, ’twill sleep upon thy heart!
WILD-BIRDS OF AMERICA.
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BY PROFESSOR FROST.
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Yet shalt thou fold it closer to thy breast,
In the dark days, when other loves depart —
And when thou liest down for the long rest,
Then, oh, beloved, ’twill sleep upon thy heart!
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BY PROFESSOR FROST.
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