Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей)

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Light is love without esteem.
Lighter than a feather,
But ours has borne
Contempt and scorn,
And sorrow's wintry weather!
Then, never more, never mare
Shall we sever;
I am thine-thou art mine,
For ever and for ever.

Never shall affliction's scowl
Or its touch divide us;
Let fortune frown.
Or men look down,
And evil days betide us :
Never more, never more
Shall we sever;
I am thine-thou art mine,
For ever and for ever. 

1. The Poor Man's Sunday Walk
2. To the Winds
3. Mary and Lady Mary
4. The Floating Straw
5. Welcome Back

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