My Loved One
CHARLES MAGNUS, Publisher of illustrated Song sheets, 12 Frankfort, St, New York.
My Loved One.
Dearest, do you still remember
The bright, sunny glade,
Where I press’d thee to my bosom,
And soft zephyrs play’d?
Does the scene rise up before thee,
Charm they breast anew?
Ah! how much you did adore me
In my suit of blue!
Oh, how oft my soul is carried
To the happy hours,
When locked arm in arm we tarried
Midst the fragrant flowers;
And I see the sunbeams shining
Through the woody dell:
Gentle arms in love are twining,
Hearts with rapture swell.
Tell me, dear one, do you wander
At the close of day,
Down where limpid streamlets murmur,
Where we used to stray?
Is the wild rose vigil keeping,
Where we used to cross?
Ah! methinks I see thee weeping
By that bed of moss.
Darling, when at night I’m walking
On my lonely beat,
And the murderous foe is stalking
Where vile reptiles creep;
Then thy precious form seems near me,
Gentle footsteps fall;
Like an angle sent to cheer me,
Shield me from the ball.
When Sweet PEACE, on every shore,
Folds her wings again;
And the cannon cease to roar
O’er the sunny plain,
I will speed my footsteps homeward,
Free from war’s alarms;
Then, dear one, thou shalt be folded
In a soldier’s arms.