Poems by George Pope Morris
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In love's golden beam,
'Mong the blue-bells and wildwood, Passed on like a dream. William. Oh, linger awhile, love! Ellen. I must away. William. Oh, grant me thy smile, love, 'Tis Hope's cheering ray-- With evening expect me. Ellen. To the moment be true, And may angels protect thee-- |
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