MY LOVE.
The blue, blue skies are like your eyes, Your lips are cherries rare ; And roses red with white ono wed Upon your cheek so fair ; And, surely, while you laugh or smile, The sunshine straying down Sheds tender grace upon your face, And lights your hair of brown. , Your voice is, oh ! so soft and low, Like music far away, Or like the breeze that through the trees Sighs on a summer day. I Your little feet ara very fleet, \ Your hands are white and small ; Beyond all praise your tender ways, And sweet regard for all. ' < And, maiden, you have heart so true ( That 1, who stand and pine, ] Perforce confess that love no less Than greatest love is mine. My heart doth, ache tor your dear sake, My love runs strong and deep ; i Kot soon outdoue — not idly won — That love my heart doth keep. Myra.
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Bruce Herald, Volume XVII, Issue 1759, 18 June 1886, Page 5
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151MY LOYE. Bruce Herald, Volume XVII, Issue 1759, 18 June 1886, Page 5
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