The works of Mrs. Hemans With a memoir of her life, by her sister. In seven volumes |
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THE STRANGER'S HEART.
The stranger's heart! Oh! wound it not!
A yearning anguish is its lot;
In the green shadow of thy tree,
The stranger finds no rest with thee.
A yearning anguish is its lot;
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The stranger finds no rest with thee.
Thou think'st the vine's low rustling leaves
Glad music round thy household eaves;
To him that sound hath sorrow's tone—
The stranger's heart is with his own.
Glad music round thy household eaves;
To him that sound hath sorrow's tone—
The stranger's heart is with his own.
Thou think'st thy children's laughing play
A lovely sight at fall of day;—
Then are the stranger's thoughts oppress'd—
His mother's voice comes o'er his breast.
A lovely sight at fall of day;—
Then are the stranger's thoughts oppress'd—
His mother's voice comes o'er his breast.
Thou think'st it sweet when friend with friend
Beneath one roof in prayer may blend;
Then doth the stranger's eye grow dim—
Far, far are those who pray'd with him.
Beneath one roof in prayer may blend;
Then doth the stranger's eye grow dim—
Far, far are those who pray'd with him.
Thy hearth, thy home, thy vintage-land—
The voices of thy kindred band—
Oh! 'midst them all when bless'd thou art,
Deal gently with the stranger's heart!
The voices of thy kindred band—
Oh! 'midst them all when bless'd thou art,
Deal gently with the stranger's heart!
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