THE MAIDEN'S SORROW.
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Soon wilt thou wipe my tears away
All my task upon earth is done;
My poor father, old and gray,
Slumbers beneath the churchyard stone.
All my task upon earth is done;
My poor father, old and gray,
Slumbers beneath the churchyard stone.
In the dreams of my lonely bed,
Ever thy form before me seems;
All night long I talk with the dead,
All day long I think of my dreams.
Ever thy form before me seems;
All night long I talk with the dead,
All day long I think of my dreams.
This deep wound that bleeds and aches,
This long pain, a sleepless pain—
When the Father my spirit takes,
I shall feel it no more again.
This long pain, a sleepless pain—
When the Father my spirit takes,
I shall feel it no more again.
