By the gate


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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