OCR Text |
Show PAL OF THE MORNING A little maiden with dimpled cheeks, Was out for her morning stroll, Free from the tolls of daily life, As the wind that gently blows. Her form it was slender, I do remember, remem-ber, And her hair it was black as coal. Her teeth were like pearls beneath those curls, The beauty she possessed was untold. un-told. The smile on her face said good morning And those large brown eyes beckoned beck-oned too. She was as proud as the stars in the Heavens And her loveliness was like that of dew. I felt like the knight in the story, Who went out in search of a queen My heart was stirred with such beauty, For never had I seen such a being. Singing love songs of the morning, With an air mostly divine. Her affection I thought I might borrow, bor-row, But this seemed quiet out of her mind. Thou shall know no greater love my dear, Than this thou hast for thee, Through years that are to come, I Pray, Protect her life for me. Lester Williams |