Harry F Smith
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St Valentine's Dance
Come follow me,
Come tread the dew,
In golden meadows we shall dance,
Til bliss becomes our tick of time,
And hapless love our calling.
Be not dismayed,
Nor be denied,
Your heart claimed me long time ago,
And on that day, were destinies bound,
Upon life's rocky shore.
For love's strong plough
Makes fertile furrow,
Through day and night: into tomorrow,
And seed shall grow and blossom there,
Upon that heaving ocean.
And when our music,
Comes to pass,
It's tune will blaze with glory,
And all that stray within its...