When once a pure love has been shaken,
The sufferer struggles in vain
To throw off the shackles, or 'waken
To trust and true happiness again.
The sufferer struggles in vain
To throw off the shackles, or 'waken
To trust and true happiness again.
There's a lone grave in shadow off yonder,
And in it lies buried the past—
Shall I glean from the dead hopes, I wonder,
A glow of the old love at last?
And in it lies buried the past—
Shall I glean from the dead hopes, I wonder,
A glow of the old love at last?
Ah, no! It is useless to urge me—
Don't plead and don't question me why?
You may he true, and may not be;
My faith has been shaken for aye.
Don't plead and don't question me why?
You may he true, and may not be;
My faith has been shaken for aye.
I'll re-cover my grave, and do battle
The same as I have done for years;
And amidst the world's hurry and rattle,
Give smiles, where I once shed my tears.
The same as I have done for years;
And amidst the world's hurry and rattle,
Give smiles, where I once shed my tears.
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