a song.
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Call me fond names, dearest! Call me a star,
Whose smile's beaming welcome thou feel'st from afar,
Whose light is the clearest, the truest to thee,
When the "night-time of sorrow" steals over life's sea:
Oh! trust thy rich bark, where its warm rays are,
Call me pet names, darling! Call me thy star!
Whose smile's beaming welcome thou feel'st from afar,
Whose light is the clearest, the truest to thee,
When the "night-time of sorrow" steals over life's sea:
Oh! trust thy rich bark, where its warm rays are,
Call me pet names, darling! Call me thy star!
Call me dear names, darling! Call me thine own!
Speak to me always in Love's low tone!
Let not thy look nor thy voice grow cold:
Let my fond worship thy being enfold;
Love me forever, and love me alone!
Call me pet names, darling! Call me thine own!
Speak to me always in Love's low tone!
Let not thy look nor thy voice grow cold:
Let my fond worship thy being enfold;
Love me forever, and love me alone!
Call me pet names, darling! Call me thine own!
