The bright rose when faded
Flings forth o'er its tomb,
Its velvet leaves laded with silent perfume;
Thus round me will hover in grief or in glee
Till life's dream be over, Sweet mem'ries of thee.
When soft stars are peeping,
Thro' the pure azure sky,
And southern gales sweeping
Their warm breathings by;
Like sweet music pealing, far o'er the blue sea;
There came o'er me stealing Sweet mem'ries of thee.
As a sweet lute that lingers in silence alone,
Unswept by light fingers scarce murmurs a tone
My young heart resembled that lute light and free,
'Till o'er its chords trembled those memories of thee.
Peters, W. C., "Sweet Memories of Thee" (1839). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 950.
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