Right Ere

When the un came up shining,
And the new ay began,
And the ind swept in ispering
O’er the iver that ran,
I clasped my Clarinda
And eld her with ight;
“My arling,” I said, “You are my light!”
I eld her and issed her,
And eld her some more;
I ouldn’t esist her—
Her ips I adore!
She’s eberyting eautiful,
Oo! She’s so dear;
Ife is a iracle
Appearing right ere!

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