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TO MY HEART.
TO MY HEART.
N thy long, lonely times, poor aching heart!When days are slow, and silent nights are sad.
Take cheer, weak heart. remember and be glad,
For some one loved thee.
Some one, indeed, who cared for fading face,
For time-touched hair, and weary-falling arm,
And in thy very sadness found a charm
To make him love thee.
For time-touched hair, and weary-falling arm,
And in thy very sadness found a charm
To make him love thee.
God knows thy days are desolate, poor heart!
As thou dost sit alone, and dumbly wait
For what comes not, or comes, alas! too late,
But some one loved thee.
As thou dost sit alone, and dumbly wait
For what comes not, or comes, alas! too late,
But some one loved thee.
