I’M THINKING OF THEE!

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BY A. D. WILLIAMS.

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When the wild winds are howling,

Now distant, now nigh,

And the storm-king is growling,

And clouds veil the sky;

When the tempest is foaming,

O’er ocean and lea,

My thoughts are not roaming—

I’m thinking of thee!

When the mild, gentle showers

Distil from the sky,

And the bright blooming flowers

Delight the glad eye;

When the zephyrs are playing

So blandly and free,

My thoughts are not straying—

I’m thinking of thee!

When the beams of Aurora

Are flooding the earth,

With morn’s radiant glory

And day’s jovial mirth;

When the gay birds are singing

In innocent glee,

As their clear tones are ringing,

I’m thinking of thee!

When day’s fading sky-light

Wanes slow from the west,

And the shadows of twilight

Steal soft o’er its breast;

When Luna is shimmering

O’er land and o’er sea—

While the bright stars are glim’ring,

I’m thinking of thee!

Amid gay festive pleasure,

Where mirth lends the song,

There my heart has no treasure—

Thou’rt not in the throng.

But forgetting the present,

Its wild merry glee,

My communings are pleasant—

I’m thinking of thee!