IT'S TWENTY YEARS.

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'Tis twenty years. Yes, twenty years
Have fled into the past!
Oh twenty long and weary years,
Since beheld thee last
They say that time has brushed away
The brightness from thy cheek,
And that thy light and ringing laugh
Is more subducd and meek!
'Tis twenty years! Yes, twenty yearss
But can ns'er forget,
How Eden-like thy presence mada
. The places where we met
And, as the murmur Of the deep,


The sea shell De'er forsakes,
Thy gentle voice within my heart


Its sweetest echo wakes.
IT'S twenty years! Yes, twenty years!
But thy beloved face,
Is mirrorcd in my memory yet


In all its girlish grace;
And thou art still the same to mo


Thine eye as brightly blue
Thy cheek as warm, thy lip as red,


Thy heart as kind and true!
'Tis twenty years Yes, twenty years!
And other eyes may see
A shade upon thy polished brow,


Invisible TO me-!
see thee slill with charmed eye,


And time has not erased
A single line, single tint,


That young affection traced!