...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from ua, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adoring The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness...

...spring-tide of joy we have known : Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from ns, And leaves ns, at eve, on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of onr day, the calm eve of onr night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning,...

...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known; Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er...back, give me back, the wild freshness of Morning, Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, "When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame,...

...is not every life the early prime of which has been blissful enough to warrant the exclamation,— "Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...back, give me back, the wild freshness of morning, Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best light." For sometimes the light comes at evening-time...

...is not every life the early prime of which has been blissful enough to warrant the exclamation,— " Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...back, give me back, the wild freshness of morning, Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best light." For sometimes the light comes at evening-time...

...is not every life the early prime of which has been blissful enough to warrant the exclamation, — "Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : Give me ba«k, give me back, the wild freshness of morning, Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best...

...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; ^Each wave, that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from us,v And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. -Ne'er...welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame, And his soul, like the wood, that grows precious in burning, Gave...

...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave that we dane'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone !...glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the mild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tears...

...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone !...glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the mild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tears...

...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er...of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, thu calm eve of our night : — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds...