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SYLVIA'S SONG by GEORGE DARLEY

First Line: THE STREAMS THAT WIND AMONG THE HILLS
Last Line: BUT I WILL NEVER WEND FROM THEE!
Subject(s): LOVE; SINGING & SINGERS; SONGS;
The streams that wind among the hills,
And lost in pleasure slowly roam,
While their deep joy the valley fills,—
Ev'n these will leave their mountain home:
So may it, love! with others be,
But I will never wend from thee!

The leaf forsakes the parent spray,
The blossom quits the stem as fast,
The rose-enamoured bird will stray,
And leave his eglantine at last;
So may it, love! with others be,
But I will never wend from thee!



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