When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear Thou ever wilt remain One only hope my heart can cheer, The hope to meet again. Oh fondly on the past I dwell, And oft recall those hours When, wand'ring down the shady dell, We gathered the wild-flowers. Yes, life the.
O Genevieve, sweet Genevieve, The days may come, the days may go, But still the hands of memry weave The blissful dreams of long ago.
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