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LORNA, by            
First Line: Pure as the air that breathes the moorland o'er
Last Line: I love you too, I love you too.
Subject(s): Death; Grandparents; Heaven; Love - Loss Of; Dead, The; Grandmothers; Grandfathers; Great Grandfathers; Great Grandmothers; Paradise

PURE as the air that breathes the moorland o'er
My Lorna comes to where the waters shine;
Her eyes have caught the light from Heaven's door,
The light divine, the light divine.
Hark how the birds sing as my love draws near,
And every flower bell rings its fairy chime,
Whilst my poor heart doth have 'twixt hope and fear
A sorry time, a sorry time.

For in the scented dusk of yester eve
I told my love with many a tender vow,
And I am hoping, fearing to receive
Her answer now, her answer now.
One snowflake hand in mine, all trembling lies;
I breathe again the story ever new,
And blushing most divinely she replies,
O, is it true, O, is it true?

Is there no other maid you love as well?
For many a one is fairer far than I,
And often have I heard my granny tell
That men are sly, that men are sly.
Still I will trust you, dear, whate'er betide;
Shyly she raised her eyes so soft and true;
I don't believe my granny for,—she sighed—
I love you too, I love you too.

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