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THE HEART.
Oh, the Heart is a troublesome thing!
Its fancies and follies are more
Than the dews which fall round us in spring,
Or the wind-beaten sands of the shore:
Though fed upon kindness—it pines
The moment you wander away;
It is merry as long as Life shines—
As long as Love smiles it is gay!
Then pause ere you threaten to part,
Reflect ere you bid it adieu;
Ah! what can one do with a Heart
So fond, yet so changeable, too?
Its fancies and follies are more
Than the dews which fall round us in spring,
Or the wind-beaten sands of the shore:
Though fed upon kindness—it pines
The moment you wander away;
It is merry as long as Life shines—
As long as Love smiles it is gay!
Then pause ere you threaten to part,
Reflect ere you bid it adieu;
Ah! what can one do with a Heart
So fond, yet so changeable, too?
One moment inconstant and vain,
Its follies the kindest would try;
The next, if it see but your pain,
To solace that pain it would die!
Then oft it each feeling employs
In seeking new ways to excel,
And angels might envy the joys
In the core of its being that dwell:
So pause ere you threaten to part,
Reflect ere you bid it adieu;
Ah! what can one do with a Heart
So fond, yet so changeable, too?
Its follies the kindest would try;
The next, if it see but your pain,
To solace that pain it would die!
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In seeking new ways to excel,
And angels might envy the joys
In the core of its being that dwell:
So pause ere you threaten to part,
Reflect ere you bid it adieu;
Ah! what can one do with a Heart
So fond, yet so changeable, too?
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