The Ashes of Dead Hopes.
HER ANSWER.
I acknowledge I'm tired and lonely,
Weary of toil and its strife;
You tell me it's over, if only
I'll promise, and soon be your wife.
Weary of toil and its strife;
You tell me it's over, if only
I'll promise, and soon be your wife.
I've been on the hill-tops of morning,
Way down in the valleys of night;
I've seen the bright sunlight adorning,
And clouds scatter low in their might.
Way down in the valleys of night;
I've seen the bright sunlight adorning,
And clouds scatter low in their might.
The pleasures of life have I tasted,
Its greatness as well as its woe;
And to give you the dregs of the wasted,
It were better methinks to forego.
Its greatness as well as its woe;
And to give you the dregs of the wasted,
It were better methinks to forego.
Not wasted in idle repining,
Not wasted in weakness nor sin,
But spilled is the blood, torn the lining,
Of a heart that lies buried within.
Not wasted in weakness nor sin,
But spilled is the blood, torn the lining,
Of a heart that lies buried within.
Because of the trust that was broken,
A beautiful promise ne'er kept,
Can you wonder I pause when love's spoken,
And think twice before I accept?
A beautiful promise ne'er kept,
Can you wonder I pause when love's spoken,
And think twice before I accept?
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