I THINK OF THEE.

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BY GEO. D. PRENTICE.

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I think of thee when eve’s last blush

Falls mournfully on heart and eye;

Of thee when morn’s first glories gush

In gold and crimson o’er the sky;

My thoughts are thine ’mid toil and strife,

Thine when from all life’s perils free—

Ay, thine—forever thine—my life

Is but a living thought of thee.

I think of thee ’mid spring’s sweet flowers,

And in the summer’s brighter glow,

Of thee in autumn’s purple bowers,

And gloomy winter’s waste of snow;

My thoughts are thine when joys depart,

And thine when all life’s sorrows flee—

Ay, thine—forever thine—my heart

Is but a throbbing thought of thee.