HOW gay rose this morning, how cheerful was I,
No care on my mind, and no cloud on the sky ;
I dreamt not ere night that my sorrows should flow,
Bewailing the fate of my poor drimindo.
[Semple 159]
Songs
HOW gay rose this morning, how cheerful was I,
No care on my mind, and no cloud on the sky ;
I dreamt not ere night that my sorrows should flow,
Bewailing the fate of my poor drimindo.
[Semple 159]