Dost thou remember Lizzie dear,
The cottage by the stream,
Where first we met and felt the thrill,
Of loves delightful dream?
The glen where many a summer flower,
First opened to the day,
And the glorious sunbeamed light,
Passed its short life away.
Dost thou remember that _____ brook,
Which rippled softly by,
Where oft we pondered over a book,
Beneath a summer sky,
But ___ from the ____ page,
My wandering glance would rise,
To mark the blush upon thy cheek,
And ___ those downcast eyes.
Those days are past my Lizzie dear,
And thou art now my wife,
But ever ___ thou been to me,
The dearest part of life.
The rosy glow may leave thy cheek,
The love ___ _____ ___ eye,
But thou will seem so fair to me,
As in those days gone by.
_________
