OH TEACH MY HEART.
I
Oh! teach my heart that chilling lore
That the world hath taught to Thee.
While I am on the sunny shore,
What are ocean storms to Me?
Oh! some that with me used to sail,
Now wreck'd 'neath the waters lie;
But we have felt no adverse gale,
We will coldly pass them by.
II
Yet oh! begone—I'll not be taught
Such a heartless lore as this;
In memory's tomb the charm is sought,
And I scorn such a selfish bliss.
I will not own 'tis weak to weep
When the friends who loved us die,
No—I'll seek the scene of their chill sleep,
And not coldly pass them by.
