 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
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SONG.
If you break the smallest link
In the softest earthly chain—
(Save the one of which I think—)
You may mend it oft again;
But the heart that once is riven,
Oh! it cannot mended be!
For the chain was made in Heaven
That now binds my soul to thee!
In the softest earthly chain—
(Save the one of which I think—)
You may mend it oft again;
But the heart that once is riven,
Oh! it cannot mended be!
For the chain was made in Heaven
That now binds my soul to thee!
If you rob the turtle's nest
Of her little ones, she tries
All the next day to find rest
With her pinions in the skies;
And, alas! wherever driven,
She is willing there to be,
Just because she has no Heaven,
Like my soul, love! without thee!
Of her little ones, she tries
All the next day to find rest
With her pinions in the skies;
And, alas! wherever driven,
She is willing there to be,
Just because she has no Heaven,
Like my soul, love! without thee!
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