happiness lost and found.
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HAPPINESS LOST AND FOUND.
Our cot was in a forest glade,
Where sunbeams stole to mock the shade,
And wild-flowers round the lattice play'd,
By beam and breeze caress'd:
And in our Mary's form and face
Was all the blossom's glowing grace;
A lovely human flower was she;
Nay, more a bird in tireless glee,
The darling of the nest:
She came an orphan to our wild;
But fondly on her kinsman's child
My mother her true welcome smiled,
And so our home was blest.
Where sunbeams stole to mock the shade,
And wild-flowers round the lattice play'd,
By beam and breeze caress'd:
And in our Mary's form and face
Was all the blossom's glowing grace;
A lovely human flower was she;
Nay, more a bird in tireless glee,
The darling of the nest:
She came an orphan to our wild;
But fondly on her kinsman's child
My mother her true welcome smiled,
And so our home was blest.
Yet I, alas! unconscious then
How rich within our woodland glen
How rich within our woodland glen
