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THE ONLY ONE.
With tired feet, o'er thorny ground,
My spirit made its quest;
On wearied wing it wandered round,
But could not find a nest;
Till at the feet of Love I found
At last my Only Rest!
My spirit made its quest;
On wearied wing it wandered round,
But could not find a nest;
Till at the feet of Love I found
At last my Only Rest!
I went the downward way of Doom,
With those that walk in Night:
I stumbled on from tomb to tomb
Of Joys that lured my sight;
Until Love touched me through the gloom
And smiled,—my Only Light!
With those that walk in Night:
I stumbled on from tomb to tomb
Of Joys that lured my sight;
Until Love touched me through the gloom
And smiled,—my Only Light!
O, sweet the touch of hearts, and sweet
The tie of Child and Wife,
And blessèd is the Home where meet
True Souls that shut out strife;
And as I nestle at Love's feet,
I know my Only Life.
The tie of Child and Wife,
And blessèd is the Home where meet
True Souls that shut out strife;
And as I nestle at Love's feet,
I know my Only Life.
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