sad hours.
Turn from thy thoughts and feelings, turn and give
Thy thoughts to others, lone, mayhap, as thee;
Or list affection's calling—turn and live—
This world bears each his load of misery.
Thy thoughts to others, lone, mayhap, as thee;
Or list affection's calling—turn and live—
This world bears each his load of misery.
The tones of duty flit across the mind,
But love's soft whisper deepens in the heart;
Let both their echo in my sadness find,
And wake my being to its brighter part.
But love's soft whisper deepens in the heart;
Let both their echo in my sadness find,
And wake my being to its brighter part.
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