by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Mary loves the flowers
Language: English 
Mary loves the flowers! 
Ah! how happy they! 
E'en their darkest hours, 
To me were bright, bright summer day. 

Receiving all her kisses, 
Inhaling ev'ry sigh, 
Ever fondly bending 
Toward the radiance of her eye, 
The lily and the morning glory, 
Can they, can they die? 

Mary loves the flowers!  
Ah! how happy they! 
E'en their darkest hours, 
To me were bright, bright summer day. 

Let no elfin finger 
Blur from memory's sand 
Her name ah! let is linger 
While my air built castles stand. 

To feel her soft caressing, 
Her ev'ry smile to see, 
To bear her ardent blessing 
Breathed in lute-toned melody 
To die beneath her tender care 
Were life, were life to me. 

Mary loves the flowers! 
Ah!  how happy they! 
E'en their darkest hours, 
To me were bright, bright summer day.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 28
Word count: 135