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To a heart that's dead unto the core
 Warm love can ne'er return;
The light put out for ever more
 Again will never burn.

The flower blooms not if torn apart,
 No germ from it can shoot;
Joy ne'er returns unto the heart,
 When dead unto its root.

And now, my darling, ere we part,
 With earnest, heartfelt prayer,
Ask God this agony of heart
 May not leave us in despair.

"Have you no welcome for me, mamma?"
 Came in accents sweet and low,
From the lips of one I've prayed so for,
 Since she from me did go,—

That ere the close of this mortal strife
 God would again restore
To my perishing, lonely, freezing life,
 Love like this once more.

"Have you no welcome for me, mamma?"
 Oh, could you but search the heart,
Or know the bitter tears I've shed,
 Since last we two did part.