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XLVI. “FORSAKE ME NOT”
It gladdens all my soul that thou dost choose to tarry,
Love, by my side. With thee, all thrusts of pain I parry:
Without thee, I am nought.
With thee, I am a god, and full of life and power:
Without thee, I am lost,—and never one song-flower
Without thee would to the world's feet be brought.
Love, by my side. With thee, all thrusts of pain I parry:
Without thee, I am nought.
With thee, I am a god, and full of life and power:
Without thee, I am lost,—and never one song-flower
Without thee would to the world's feet be brought.
Forsake me not. My heart is thine as never any
Strong heart of singer yet was given and held, though many
Strong singers' hearts have sighed.
Hold thou my heart; 'tis thine. Stretch out thine hand and take it.
Wilt thou redeem and heal,—or past all wild words break it?
God, time, and thine own soul, love, must decide.
Strong heart of singer yet was given and held, though many
Strong singers' hearts have sighed.
Hold thou my heart; 'tis thine. Stretch out thine hand and take it.
Wilt thou redeem and heal,—or past all wild words break it?
God, time, and thine own soul, love, must decide.
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