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IN VAIN.
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IN VAIN.
HERE the turf is broken and brown,Darling, under this peaceful pine,
Since thou hast laid thy burden down,
Entering into the rest divine,
How, beloved, shall I carry mine?
How shall I carry this heavy heart,
Laden sorely with grief and fears?
Since our paths are so far apart,
All my strength is dissolved in tears,—
How shall I bear it through all the years?
Laden sorely with grief and fears?
Since our paths are so far apart,
All my strength is dissolved in tears,—
How shall I bear it through all the years?
How shall I carry this load of care?
Lightened no more by thy word or smile,
O, the burden is hard to bear!
Longer stretches each weary mile,—
Darling, rest me a little while!
Lightened no more by thy word or smile,
O, the burden is hard to bear!
Longer stretches each weary mile,—
Darling, rest me a little while!
Into thy silence, so strange and vast,
Comes there never a thought of me?
Tell me, tell me, does Love outlast
All life's sorrowful mystery?
O to know what the truth may be!
Comes there never a thought of me?
Tell me, tell me, does Love outlast
All life's sorrowful mystery?
O to know what the truth may be!
