 | Poems by George P. Morris |  |
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WHEN OTHER FRIENDS.
When other friends are round thee,
And other hearts are thine—
When other bays have crowned thee,
More fresh and green than mine—
Then think how sad and lonely
This doating heart will be,
Which, while it beats, beats only,
Belovéd one, for thee!
And other hearts are thine—
When other bays have crowned thee,
More fresh and green than mine—
Then think how sad and lonely
This doating heart will be,
Which, while it beats, beats only,
Belovéd one, for thee!
Yet do not think I doubt thee,
I know thy truth remains;
I would not live without thee,
For all the world contains.
Thou art the star that guides me
Along life's troubled sea;
And whatever fate betides me,
This heart still turns to thee.
I know thy truth remains;
I would not live without thee,
For all the world contains.
Thou art the star that guides me
Along life's troubled sea;
And whatever fate betides me,
This heart still turns to thee.
| Poems by George P. Morris | |