Poems by Samuel G. (Samuel Griswold) Goodrich
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But yet a maid. What could I do?
You surely would not have me go, When rosy maidens seem to woo? My heart was gay, and 'mid the throng I sported for an hour or two; We danced the flowery paths along, And did as youthful lovers do. But sports must cease, and so I dreamed To part with these, my fairy flowers-- But oh, how very hard it seemed To say good-by 'mid such sweet bowers! And one fair Maid of modest air Gazed on me with her eye of blue; I saw the tear-drop gathering there-- How could I say to her, Adieu! I fondly gave my hand and heart, And we were wed. Bright hour of youth! How little did I think to part With my sweet bride, whose name was Truth! But time passed on, and Truth grew gray, And chided, though with gentlest art: I loved her, though I went astray, And almost broke her faithful heart. And then I left her, and in tears-- |
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