As evening stars, like diamonds bright,
Come peeping through the sky,
Ah! what a thing of joy ’twould be
From earth to fade and die.
THE QUEEN OF THE WOODS.
MY “LIDA.”
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BY “L’INCONNUE.”
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As evening stars, like diamonds bright,
Come peeping through the sky,
Ah! what a thing of joy ’twould be
From earth to fade and die.
MY “LIDA.”
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BY “L’INCONNUE.”
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