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TROTHPLIGHT.
And then an angel touched my eyes,
And turned my day to night,
That fading charms
Or time's alarms
Might never vex my sight.
And turned my day to night,
That fading charms
Or time's alarms
Might never vex my sight.
Thus sitting in the dark I see
My darling as of yore,—
With blushing face
And winsome grace,
Unchanged, for evermore.
My darling as of yore,—
With blushing face
And winsome grace,
Unchanged, for evermore.
Full fifty years of young and fair!
To her I pledge my vow
Whose spring-time grace
And April face
Have lasted until now.
To her I pledge my vow
Whose spring-time grace
And April face
Have lasted until now.
