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Show For the Union A SONG. jH otO I know a lovely maiden, A lovelier I wcoh, N'er dwelt i.n humble cottage, Nor in lordly hall is seen. Her cheek, the summer roses, B In color will outshine But you caniiot hope to win her, She h-is promised to be mine. B tier eyes, the charming color HI Of the deep blu summer sky; Her hair, :i lusfous golden, OP the sunset's richest dye; B Her form i ine very .Trrresa; - B. ' Tn grace could not outshitip ' But you cannot hope to win her, B She lias promised to bo mine. B But what is still more charming, B Of all she doth possess, A hoart whose every impulse Seeks to comfort and to bless; H Her very presence pecmelh B ' All others to outshine But you cannot hope to win her, She has promised to be mine. BB Her dress, though of the plainest, Bfl Is made by fingers fair; And yet wi h any other, lu neatness will compare. B Perhaps you'd like to know her ! Her name you must divine Yet you cannot hope to win her, B . She has promised to be mine. Wm 1878. iiBiW irn a mm w |