the lost heart.
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"'Twas like, in its free, joyous youth,
A bird upon the wing,—
A worshipper of love, and truth,
And every blessed thing."
A bird upon the wing,—
A worshipper of love, and truth,
And every blessed thing."
"Well, here 's the heart, so fond and true,—
I never could forsake it;
Yet rightfully belongs to you
The priceless gem,—then take it."
I never could forsake it;
Yet rightfully belongs to you
The priceless gem,—then take it."
"I thank you, Sir. But hold, look here!
I said my heart was small;
This great, warm, throbbing heart, 't is clear,
Is not my heart at all!
I said my heart was small;
This great, warm, throbbing heart, 't is clear,
Is not my heart at all!
"Aha, a roguish plunderer thou!
So this nice heart is thine!
No matter though, I 'll keep it now,
'T is most as good as mine."
So this nice heart is thine!
No matter though, I 'll keep it now,
'T is most as good as mine."
