 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
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PEACEFUL HOME.
The heart sustained by hope alone,
The pains of absence may endure,
But, ah! when even hope is flown,
Its sorrow has no cure.
'T is then we sigh, where'er we roam,
For our maternal, peaceful home.
The pains of absence may endure,
But, ah! when even hope is flown,
Its sorrow has no cure.
'T is then we sigh, where'er we roam,
For our maternal, peaceful home.
Though mourning like a mateless dove,
The languid heart be doomed to beat,
It can not, will not, cease to love,
It finds the pain so sweet;
Yet heaves a sigh, where'er we roam,
For our maternal, peaceful home.
The languid heart be doomed to beat,
It can not, will not, cease to love,
It finds the pain so sweet;
Yet heaves a sigh, where'er we roam,
For our maternal, peaceful home.
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