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DOUBT.
Will later years' more careful song,
Teach me the lesson, I was wrong
To heed a voice to make a start,
To breathe the impulse of my heart,
That youthful song was weak and wrong?
Teach me the lesson, I was wrong
To heed a voice to make a start,
To breathe the impulse of my heart,
That youthful song was weak and wrong?
I may regret, because so young,
That from this heart I've meekly sung;
I may regret with bitter tears
This impulse of my early years—
I may regret, I may regret.
That from this heart I've meekly sung;
I may regret with bitter tears
This impulse of my early years—
I may regret, I may regret.
'Tis hard to think 'tis all in vain
That precious time was idly slain;
That I was born for other things,
And not the song that in me rings.
How bitter yet I may regret!
That precious time was idly slain;
That I was born for other things,
And not the song that in me rings.
How bitter yet I may regret!
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