BROKEN AT LAST.
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You have laid my loyal heart, Beneath your stately tread,Till its love is crushed and its wailing hushed In the halls of the silent dead.
I have wept in my lonely hours Hot tears that were all in vain;Now the fount is dry and I know that I Shall never weep thus again.
The pulse of love you seek To stir in my heart is stilled,You may find a place for the broken vase, But the precious wine is spilled.
