Nadine's Diary, "Sweet Marie"

Friday, Oct. 19, 94.  In school.  Mr. Frink came up to my room a while, in the afternoon, and we went over to Mrs. Fritz room to practice (Sweet Marie*).  Mr. Stinson ask me to take a walk in the evening but declined, went to Cresent Society with Mr. Hodges, he ask me to go to church with him Sunday evening but declined because Mr. Holz would be here.

(medley of period music--Sweet Marie is the third featured) 

*Lyrics to Sweet Marie (music by Raymon Moor, lyrics by Cy Warman, 1893)
I've a secret in my heart, Sweet Marie --
A tale I would impart, Love, to thee.
Every daisy in the dell 
Knows my secret, knows it well,
And yet I dare not tell Sweet Marie.

When I hold your hand in mine, Sweet Marie,
A feeling most divine comes to me.
All the world is full of spring,
All the warblers on the wing,
And I listen while they sing, Sweet Marie.

Chorus:

Come to me, Sweet Marie.
Sweet Marie, come to me.
Not because your face is fair, Love, to see.
But your soul, so pure and sweet,
Makes my happiness complete,
Makes me falter at your feet, Sweet Marie.

In the morn' when I awake, Sweet Marie,
Seems to me my heart will break, Love, for thee.
Every wave that shakes the shore
Seems to sing it o'er and o'er,
Seems to say that I adore Sweet Marie.

When the sunset tints the west, Sweet Marie,
And I sit down to rest, Love, with thee,
Every star that studs the sky
Seems to stand and wonder why.
They're so dimmer than your eye, Sweet Marie.

Come to me, Sweet Marie.
Sweet Marie, come to me.
Not because your face is fair, Love, to see.
But your soul, so pure and sweet,
Makes my happiness complete, 

Makes me falter at your feet, Sweet Marie.