 | [Poems by Duganne in] The floral gift, from nature and the heart |  |
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MY DESTINY IS IN YOUR HANDS.
Leave me not, thou brightest one—
All is joy when thou art near—
Thou canst teach my soul to shun
Paths of gloom and thoughts of fear.
All is joy when thou art near—
Thou canst teach my soul to shun
Paths of gloom and thoughts of fear.
I am like the cloud of night,
Clothed in gloom and mystery—
Thou the beaming morning light,
Causing all its gloom to flee.
Clothed in gloom and mystery—
Thou the beaming morning light,
Causing all its gloom to flee.
I am like the airy kite,
Soaring in the sky above—
Guided in my lofty flight,
By the thread of my sweet love.
Soaring in the sky above—
Guided in my lofty flight,
By the thread of my sweet love.
Ah! should fate the chord divide
That connects my heart with thine—
Wavering, then, without a guide,
Darkness and despair are mine.
That connects my heart with thine—
Wavering, then, without a guide,
Darkness and despair are mine.
Duganne
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