Poems (Griffin)/Lines to ———

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LINES TO ———.
THERE'S a voice that soundeth sweetly,When its low tones softly greet me;And the heart-pulse boundeth fleetly,        When I hear,        Soft and clear,Its low music in my ear.
There's an eye that beameth brightly,And my spirit dreameth nightlyOf its twinkling deep and sprightly;        And it seems,        In my dreams,Shedding on me all its beams.
There's a smile, whose tender beaming,Like the morning sunlight gleaming,Fills my soul with happy dreaming;        And its charm,        Soft and warm,Gives delicious visions form.
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There's a heart, could I but find it,Formed of truth, as heaven designed it,And no other love hath twined it,        Then my own,        Like a zone,Should be forever round it thrown.
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