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THE URN OF THE HEART.
And steal my treasures. With a glistening eye
And leaping pulse, I tell them o'er and o'er,
Musing on each, and hallow it with smiles,
And tears, and sighs, and fervent blessings.
And leaping pulse, I tell them o'er and o'er,
Musing on each, and hallow it with smiles,
And tears, and sighs, and fervent blessings.
Then
With soul as proud as if yon broad blue sky,
With all its bright and burning stars were mine,
But with a saddened heart, I close the lid,
And once again return to busy life,
To play my part amid its mockeries.
With soul as proud as if yon broad blue sky,
With all its bright and burning stars were mine,
But with a saddened heart, I close the lid,
And once again return to busy life,
To play my part amid its mockeries.
