Gamaliel Bradford - The Dainty Virtue

Gamaliel Bradford - The Dainty Virtue

She fled me through the meadow, br She fled me o'er the hill. br With such a fling she fled, oh, br She may be flying still. br br But doubtless she grew weary br By thicket or by wood.— br A dainty virtue, dearie, br That fled when none pursued.


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