Poem by Charles Mackay

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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. The Floating Straw
3. Mary and Lady Mary
4. The Greenwood Tree
5. To the Winds

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