Smilin' through

by Arthur A. Penn

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Smilin' through
English source: Arthur Penn

There’s a little brown road windin’ over the hill
To a little white cot by the sea:
There’s a little green gate at whose trellis I wait,
While two eyes of blue come smilin’ through
At me!

There’s a grey lock or two in the brown of the hair;
There’s some silver in mine, too, I see;
But in all the long years, when the clouds brought their tears,
Those two eyes of blue kept smilin’ through
At me!


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