Paul Vance, or Lorena’s Reply.

Paul Vance, or Lorena’s Reply.
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The years are creeping slowly by, dear Paul, the winters come and go,
The wind reeps past st with mourr.ful cry, dear Paul, and pelt my face with snow:
But there’s no snow upon the heart, dear Paul: ’tis summer always there:
Those early loves spread sunshine sweeten memories dear. over all and

I thought it easy to forget, dear Paul; life glowed with youthful hope.
The glorious future gleamed yet. dear Paul, and bade us clamber up.
They frowning said. “It must not, cannot be: break now the hopeless bands.”
And, Paul you know how well that bitter day I bent to their commands.

I’ve kept you ever in my heart, dear Paul, thro’ years of good and ill:
Our souls could not be torn apart, dear Poul. they’re bound together still
I never know how dear sou were to me ’till I was left alone:
I thought my poor, poor heart would break, the day they told me you were gone.

Perhaps we’ll never, never meet, dear Paul, upon this earth again.