LOVE'S SPRING

Love, love, love! And what is this,

Changing all my sky?
Loving whisper, tender kiss,
Longing sweet good-bye.
Little sweetheart, let us dream
In the sun to-day;
hings that are and things that seem
!windle "ar away.
Let the tears #ome i" they must
In the years to be;
$reying hair with "uller trust
%e may live to see.
!ay by day, hand #lasped in hand,
&un or stormy weather,
hese old days will weave a band
'inding us together.
And perhaps in autumn hours,
Crowned with golden #orn,
Aged hands may gather "lowers
(" our bright love morn.
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(tago %itness , )ar#h ,-.-