Poems (Hoffman)/Heartache
HEARTACHE
Oh that I might forget,
That my heart so strangely sore
Might cover with flowers its grave of regret,
And remember it nevermore.
But the sunbeam brightens the snow-covered mound
And thaws not its icy heart,
While we know the dead lie underground,
Its mockery makes us start.
That my heart so strangely sore
Might cover with flowers its grave of regret,
And remember it nevermore.
But the sunbeam brightens the snow-covered mound
And thaws not its icy heart,
While we know the dead lie underground,
Its mockery makes us start.
I can smile for my heart is proud,
I can laugh though my blood runs cold
As the icy depths of the snowy shroud
Where glimmers the sunbeam's gold;
I can pray, thank God, I can pray
From the depths of my dark distress;
I can trust, 'till God's sunshine melts away,
The frozen anguish and bitterness.
I can laugh though my blood runs cold
As the icy depths of the snowy shroud
Where glimmers the sunbeam's gold;
I can pray, thank God, I can pray
From the depths of my dark distress;
I can trust, 'till God's sunshine melts away,
The frozen anguish and bitterness.