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Edgar Guest - Mary
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She was gentle, she was true, 
And her tender eyes of blue 
Seemed to mock the morning sunbeams
And the starlight of the night;
And her laughter seemed to trill
Like the ripple of the rill,
And there never was a trouble
That she didn`t make all right.

What though rough had been my way, 
And the bitter hours of day 
Had depressed my coward spirit 
Till it only saw the gloom, 
She could lift me from the strife 
And bring back the joy of life, 
For her smiling presence brightened 
And made radiant the room. 

Oh, so simple were her ways, 
Oh, so merry were the days 
That we trod life`s lane together 
Hand in hand, like children gay; 
But my troubles seem to be 
Mountain high today to me 
For there are no happy evenings 
When we laugh them all away. 

Now the sunbeams dance and smile, 
But I`m looking all the while 
For the soft blue eyes of Mary 
Who has passed beyond the night; 
But I bravely tread my way 
For I know there`ll come a day 
When she`ll laugh away my sorrows 
And make all my burdens light.
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