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Show LIGHT LOTK. How iball I cartand my head. Lit ioaie riLboc lie cuia When be comes for a kif See, ny rotee tteir peUJ bre ihed, And like lore, tliey lie faded and dead. IIow can my fice wear a imile. And ttie old iweet urprie Vlub new loTd to my ftm Wtien lie cornea, all unwiti in; of caile. And I know 1 am IklM all the while? How can I gire him my hand. That he'll fondle to reit, Ai of old. oa tit brt? "W ill it Lloah whn iti fiaperl are KannedT W ill he doubt me and half UDdentand.' Hew can aiy accent ring clear? W1U my coward roice fail Lent iuj lips tell the tale That another to woo me was near When wo left, and the new song waj dear? and should the old lore again O'er mj tKom held iway. On lome pt,-.iionate day, TV ill It leiiome with plpuurear p&inf The hxe diet, bot ih aihM remain. Pleatare from either caress, Of the old love or new 1 can gain. W hich u tmeT And 1 change with the tint of the dreu, ad at heart all the while, I confees. So that, what'er fte befall, I can love, nothing loth, Either lexer, or both, Till one conies with a more potent a call, Mow unheard, to he dearer than ail. See how a woman ii true; Alt mj itory you've heard. And I plight you my word. My old friend, would you deign bnt to wOO, 1 ndght evn, believe me. loTe yon! |