thou canst not forget me.
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When evening's soft shadows shall wreathe round my head,
And the day in its splendor and beauty hath fled,
Oh! then in my spirit thou surely shalt claim
A place, and in prayer I will murmur thy name!
And the day in its splendor and beauty hath fled,
Oh! then in my spirit thou surely shalt claim
A place, and in prayer I will murmur thy name!
Oh! wilt thou not turn from the snares that allure,
And seek for the joys that are holy and pure!
'Twill save thee from sorrow, from folly and vice,
Then seek for one gem—'tis the pearl of great price.
And seek for the joys that are holy and pure!
'Twill save thee from sorrow, from folly and vice,
Then seek for one gem—'tis the pearl of great price.
