We stand by the brook by the gate & the stile
While the even star hangs out his lamp in the sky
& on her calm face dwells a sweet sunny smile
While her soul fondly speaks through the light of her eye
Sweet are the moments while waiting for Jane
'T’is her footsteps I hear coming down the green lane
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