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I SHALL THINK OF THEE.

I shall think of thee at morning,
 When the birds sing loud and free,
And the carol of their pleasant tones
 Will mind me oft of thee.

I shall think of thee at noontide,
 When the sun shines bright and high
The language of thy gentle voice,
 And of thy soft, dark eye.

I shall think of thee at spring-time,
 When the flowers bud and bloom,
And shed abroad their fragrance rare,
 With beauty and perfume.