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'TIS SAID THAT ABSENCE |
CONQUERS LOVE. |
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And when some other name I learn,
And try to whisper love, Still will my heart to thee return,
Like the returning dove. In vain, I never can forget,
And would not be forgot; For I must bear the same regret,
Whate'er may be my lot. |
E'en as the wounded bird will seek
Its favorite bower to die, So, lady, 1 would hear thee speak,
And yield my parting sigh. 'Tis said that absence conquers love;
But, oh ! believe it not; I've tried, alas ! its power to prove
But thou art not forgot. |
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MARION MOORE.
James G. Clark, author of both words and music of the following song, was born in Constantia, New York, June 28, 1830. His mother was a very fine singer, and was posĀsessed also of a poetic temperament. Mr. Clark spent much time in roaming amidst the beautiful scenery about his home, and early began to write simple lyrics, which have travĀelled throughout the land in the poet's corner of newspapers. He has a fine voice, and before he could talk he could carry a simple air correctly. He joined, as musical director, the concert troupe of Ossian E. Dodge, but in a few years left them, and since that time has given ballad concerts entirely unassisted. His repertoire comprises many pleasing songs of which both words and music are his own, and many also for which he has written the music only. He now resides at Traverse Lake, Minn. |
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By special permission. |
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