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A FOOT UPON THE STEP.
A foot upon the step,
And a hand upon the door,
But I needed courage yet
To adventure any more!
The clouds were rolling fleet,
And the wind was blowing south:
'T was the very hour to meet,—
But my heart was in my mouth!
And a hand upon the door,
But I needed courage yet
To adventure any more!
The clouds were rolling fleet,
And the wind was blowing south:
'T was the very hour to meet,—
But my heart was in my mouth!
What power, sweet Love, is thine,
That thus the heart can take,—
That, like a trembling reed,
Can make a strong man shake?
I pushed the door ajar,
And gently called her name;
And, like an angel star,
Her gentle presence came!
That thus the heart can take,—
That, like a trembling reed,
Can make a strong man shake?
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And gently called her name;
And, like an angel star,
Her gentle presence came!
She blamed me,—yet her blame
A smile did often show;
She said she must be gone,—
Yet she moved no step to go!
She said she loved me well,
And,—after years had flown,—
We might have,—who could tell?—
A cottage of our own!
A smile did often show;
She said she must be gone,—
Yet she moved no step to go!
She said she loved me well,
And,—after years had flown,—
We might have,—who could tell?—
A cottage of our own!
So I must toil away,
My honest heart to prove;
But labour seemeth play
When we work for those we love!
And sometime I may smile,
When I think of days of yore,
When my heart was in my mouth,
As I listened at the door!
My honest heart to prove;
But labour seemeth play
When we work for those we love!
And sometime I may smile,
When I think of days of yore,
When my heart was in my mouth,
As I listened at the door!
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