A PRESENCE SWEET.
Reading edition
A soothing balm, a cheering ray Thy presence is to me, Though rising clouds may for a day A darkening shadow be.
Yet I will hope the flame of love A beacon bright will shine, And cast the hazy clouds away, And prove thee truly mine.
Oh! quickly fly the happy hours Thy presence doth beguile, As on thy cheek I sit and see The rosy dimples smile,
And hear the silvery sounds which rise Like music from thy lips, To dance upon the balmy air, Which every listener sips.