AT EVENTIDE.
The sun is low, the hour draws near When at the try sting place we'll meet ; ,Mv heart beats wild with lovers' fear, For soon my fond ona true I'll greet. A gray thrush from his bower above 1 ours forth a song, a song of love. The wild flowers sweetly scent tbe air, A soft wind murmurs through the trees, And voices low from everywhere Are borne upon the passing breeze-y " Oh, happy youth 1 thy star doth shine, Fair Lillian's faithful heart is thine." The gray thrush sings a sweeter strain, The wish'd-for hour of joy is here ; I know I have not loved in vain, For soft she murmurs in my ear, .In accents fraught with ecstacy— " WTiato'er betide, I love but thee ! " Naseby, June 26. — J. S. X,
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Otago Witness, Issue 2106, 5 July 1894, Page 39
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134AT EVENTIDE. Otago Witness, Issue 2106, 5 July 1894, Page 39
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