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TO THE SWEETHEART JUNE.

HERE's to my love, and here's to my dove,

And here's to my darling and dear;

From the dew of the rose, as it bourgeons and blows,

I will drink to my sweetheart here.

With the eyes of a lover, I watch her come over

The crest of the purple hills;

My pulses beat at the sound of her feet,

Along by the rivers and rills.

For at ever so light a touch, or so slight,

A tuneful song doth arise,

And as ever so swift the waters drift,

They catch the blue of her eyes.