 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
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WE ARE ONE.
Oh, we are one, and who presumes
To sever hearts like ours,
Would scatter frosts where Eden blooms,
And wither all its flowers;
But should no bands unite our hands,
Till weary life be done,
The ties which join this heart to thine,
Will ever make us one.
To sever hearts like ours,
Would scatter frosts where Eden blooms,
And wither all its flowers;
But should no bands unite our hands,
Till weary life be done,
The ties which join this heart to thine,
Will ever make us one.
Yes, pride and rank may sever hands,
But can not change the heart,
Nor polar snows, nor Afric's sands,
Congenial spirits part.
Our souls shall meet, in union sweet,
Though seas between us run,
Till pride relents, and fate consents,
To make us truly one.
But can not change the heart,
Nor polar snows, nor Afric's sands,
Congenial spirits part.
Our souls shall meet, in union sweet,
Though seas between us run,
Till pride relents, and fate consents,
To make us truly one.
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