Annie Lisle

Down where the waving willows ’Neath the sunbeams smile, Shadow’d o’er the murm’ring waters Dwelt sweet Annie Lisle; Pure as the forest lily, Never tho’t of guile Had its home within the bosom Of sweet Annie Lisle.

CHORUS Wave willows, murmur waters, Golden sunbeams, smile! Earthly music cannot waken Lovely Annie Lisle.

Sweet came the hallow’d chiming Of the Sabbath bell, Borne on the morning breezes Down the woody dell. On a bed of pain and anguish Lay dear Annie Lisle, Chang’d were the lovely features, Gone the happy smile.

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"Raise me in your arms, O mother, Let me once more look On the green and waving willows And the flowing brook. Hark! the strains of angel music From the choirs above! Dearest Mother, I am going. Surely God is love!"

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