Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still.

Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still.
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Tix years since last we met,
And we may not meet rain:
I have struggled to forget,
But the struggle was in vain,
For her volce lives on the breeze,
And her spirit comes at will;
In the midnight, on the rens,
Her bright smile haunta ine atill

At the firat sweet dawn of light.
When I gaze upon the firep,
Her form still grects my sight,
While the stars their vigtis keep;
When I close mine aching esex,
Sweet dreams my setises fill,
And from sleep when I arise,
Her bright smile haunts me still.

I have salled ‘neath allen skles;
I have trod the desert path;
I have seen the storm arise,
Like a giant in lids wrath:
Every danger have I known,
That a reckless life tan nil
Yet her prearnce is not flown
Her bright amlie haunts ne stiil.
(Repent last four ilues of each verne for refrain)