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. Kilravock Tower
2. The Floating Straw
3. The Drop of Ambrosia
4. Thoughts
5. The Days of Yore

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