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I HAVE NO HEART
I have no heart to sing of thee,
No tongue to speak thy praise;
For well I ween the theme would be
Too rich for prouder lays.
Yet can I tell, in humble strain,
Of all thy smiles and love;
And in the offering of my brain,
My hearts devotion prove.
No tongue to speak thy praise;
For well I ween the theme would be
Too rich for prouder lays.
Yet can I tell, in humble strain,
Of all thy smiles and love;
And in the offering of my brain,
My hearts devotion prove.
Take then the song, however weak
The tribute that I bring;
Oh! as I've felt could I but speak
It were not vain to sing.
One hope I send in humble guise,
One pray'r—'tis breath'd for thee,
That thou may'st ever bless my eyes,
And I may ever—see!
The tribute that I bring;
Oh! as I've felt could I but speak
It were not vain to sing.
One hope I send in humble guise,
One pray'r—'tis breath'd for thee,
That thou may'st ever bless my eyes,
And I may ever—see!
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