Poems (Denver)/Give me thy Heart
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GIVE ME THY HEART.
In youth's glad morn, when the young heart is full
Of love for all the world—when earth is bright
With many flowers, and heaven is beautiful
With the magnificent glories of the night;
When all things wear for thee a look of love,
And thou hast faith and confidence in all,—
Hear'st thou not then, as from the world above
Unto thy heart a strange, mysterious call,
A voice within thy soul which speaketh ever,
Whose tones are silent in thy bosom never?—
"Give me thy heart."
Of love for all the world—when earth is bright
With many flowers, and heaven is beautiful
With the magnificent glories of the night;
When all things wear for thee a look of love,
And thou hast faith and confidence in all,—
Hear'st thou not then, as from the world above
Unto thy heart a strange, mysterious call,
A voice within thy soul which speaketh ever,
Whose tones are silent in thy bosom never?—
"Give me thy heart."
Give in thy early spring-time I ere the rust
Of earth hath soiled thy young soul's purity,
And laid its brightest blossom in the dust,
The glorious hope of immortality;
Give! and thy strength shall fail not, and thy soul
Shall shrink not from the storms that hover o'er;
Shall stem the breakers that around thee roll,
And land in safety on the promised shore;
Where thou may's t worship at His feet forever,
Whose voice is whispering in thy bosom ever,
"Give me thy heart!"
Of earth hath soiled thy young soul's purity,
And laid its brightest blossom in the dust,
The glorious hope of immortality;
Give! and thy strength shall fail not, and thy soul
Shall shrink not from the storms that hover o'er;
Shall stem the breakers that around thee roll,
And land in safety on the promised shore;
Where thou may's t worship at His feet forever,
Whose voice is whispering in thy bosom ever,
"Give me thy heart!"
