Oft in the tranquil hour of night, When stars illume the sky, I gaze upon each orb of light, And wish that thou went… — George Linley Copy Share Image
We gathered the wild-flowers. Yes, life there seem'd one pure delight; As thro' the field we rov'd. Yes, life there seem'd one pure delight. — George Linley Copy Share Image
Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming, Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer. — George Linley Copy Share Image
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream. And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream. — George Linley Copy Share Image
Ever of thee I 'm fondly dreaming, Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer. — George Linley Copy Share Image
