mary.
But the anguish of a breaking heart
No words could ever speak.
No words could ever speak.
I saw her dying day by day,
And still no power to save
The lovely and the loving one
From the dark and cheerless grave.
And still no power to save
The lovely and the loving one
From the dark and cheerless grave.
And yet the sun, with brightening ray,
Shone o'er the deep-blue sky,
While my Mary's spirit passed away
To its better home on high.
Shone o'er the deep-blue sky,
While my Mary's spirit passed away
To its better home on high.
And I fled, from that sad hour, away,
I knew not, cared not, whither;
And I wished, in passion's fearful play,
That we had died together.
I knew not, cared not, whither;
And I wished, in passion's fearful play,
That we had died together.
And many a year I wandered far,
In many a distant clime;
And my heart's young grief is shadowed now
By the blending hand of Time.
In many a distant clime;
And my heart's young grief is shadowed now
By the blending hand of Time.
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