Poems (Charlotte Allen)/To my Heart
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TO MY HEART.
Cease, little flutterer, cease thy motion, All thy pains will soon be o'er!Soon thou 'lt leave life's billowy ocean, And regain a happier shore:Where no storms will e'er assail thee, Where thy achings all will cease;Where no painful pangs can reach thee, There, my heart, thou 'It rest in peace.
When released from sorrow's feeling, When thy chords have ceased to beat,May you find a happier dwelling, Where fond hearts in union meet.While this mortal frame enshrines thee, Pain will ever be thy lot;Then go, be blest, where smiles await thee, And all thy errors find a blot.