Lyrics of the heart With other poems. By Alaric A. Watts. With forty-one engravings on steel |
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THE SILENT TOAST. |
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THE SILENT TOAST.
Health to one whose cherished name,
'Twere a mockery here to tell;
Jocund friends forbear to blame,
If I keep my secret well!
Not when revelry grows loud,
And the jest and song abound,—
To a holier worship vowed,—
Would I whisper such a sound!
'Twere a mockery here to tell;
Jocund friends forbear to blame,
If I keep my secret well!
Not when revelry grows loud,
And the jest and song abound,—
To a holier worship vowed,—
Would I whisper such a sound!
'Tis not incense offered to her,
In my hours of heartless mirth;
But a homage deeper, truer,
That may best beseem her worth;
Yet the toast I will not pass,
In my heart of hearts I'll think it;—
Fill me then a brimming glass,
And to her i love I'll drink it!
In my hours of heartless mirth;
But a homage deeper, truer,
That may best beseem her worth;
Yet the toast I will not pass,
In my heart of hearts I'll think it;—
Fill me then a brimming glass,
And to her i love I'll drink it!
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