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THE LONE ONE.
Ah, here where once
My young heart knew life's deepest blessings, I
Would weep away that heart's remaining youth.
Here where 'twas soft and gentle, it should now
Learn to be strong. Years, with their joys and griefs,
Have passed away and left this sacred spot
Unchanged. The little rustic seat where
Erst whiled away the dear and blissful hours
With Love's low-murmured melodies, is still
As memory oft has pictured it. Again
My heart forgets its shadows and its gloom,
The tones of love thrill through its depths, and on
The breeze the cadence of his winds is borne;
Again my hand within his own is pressed,
To his my eyes are turned and drink again
The bliss of that dear smile.
My young heart knew life's deepest blessings, I
Would weep away that heart's remaining youth.
Here where 'twas soft and gentle, it should now
Learn to be strong. Years, with their joys and griefs,
Have passed away and left this sacred spot
Unchanged. The little rustic seat where
Erst whiled away the dear and blissful hours
With Love's low-murmured melodies, is still
As memory oft has pictured it. Again
My heart forgets its shadows and its gloom,
The tones of love thrill through its depths, and on
The breeze the cadence of his winds is borne;
Again my hand within his own is pressed,
To his my eyes are turned and drink again
The bliss of that dear smile.
Within my soul
So dark and drear, a light is breaking now,
'Tis memory's holy star-gleam, 'tis a light
From out the happy past. Deep in my heart
So dark and drear, a light is breaking now,
'Tis memory's holy star-gleam, 'tis a light
From out the happy past. Deep in my heart
