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TO MY HUSBAND.
Sad are my days, and sad each lonely night,
For thou art far away;
Then what can give my soul delight;
What make my spirit gay?
For thou art far away;
Then what can give my soul delight;
What make my spirit gay?
I know no joy when thou'rt afar,
No bliss thou can'st not share;
Thou art to me the pilot star,
Through this dark world of care.
No bliss thou can'st not share;
Thou art to me the pilot star,
Through this dark world of care.
Oh! were I with thee, could I be
A wand'rer by thy side;
I'd deem myself more blest than she
The proudest monarch's bride.
A wand'rer by thy side;
I'd deem myself more blest than she
The proudest monarch's bride.
