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THE LONE ONE.
And breathing from my lips. Oh I would ask
For him a charmed existence. I would ask
That on my life the shadows lengthening
In their decline might rest, so he be spared
A single sorrow. Let the blessed beam
Shine on him, and the shadow hang o'er me.
My life within the "vale of shadows" e'er
Must lie, but oh may his be on the bright,
Sun-lighted mount, and from my lowly home,
With outstretched arms and yearning heart, I'll lift
My soul to pierce the cloud-gloom, and to gaze
With love and tears on him.
For him a charmed existence. I would ask
That on my life the shadows lengthening
In their decline might rest, so he be spared
A single sorrow. Let the blessed beam
Shine on him, and the shadow hang o'er me.
My life within the "vale of shadows" e'er
Must lie, but oh may his be on the bright,
Sun-lighted mount, and from my lowly home,
With outstretched arms and yearning heart, I'll lift
My soul to pierce the cloud-gloom, and to gaze
With love and tears on him.
Sweet spot, farewell!
Take these, my breaking heart's wild, burning tears
As its deep blessing. Take my stifled sobs
As tokens of my parting agony.
The holy light of love that ever burns
Within my soul on memory's sacred shrine,
Has gathered brightness and intensity
From this lone eve's communion. Dearest spot,
Farewell! farewell! I may not see thee more.
Take these, my breaking heart's wild, burning tears
As its deep blessing. Take my stifled sobs
As tokens of my parting agony.
The holy light of love that ever burns
Within my soul on memory's sacred shrine,
Has gathered brightness and intensity
From this lone eve's communion. Dearest spot,
Farewell! farewell! I may not see thee more.
