PROPHECY.
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On some kindly breast reclining
I shall sigh, "Would it were thou!
Unforgotten, dearest, best,
Would that thy most faithful breast
Could have pillowed my last rest,—
O beloved, were it thou!"
I shall sigh, "Would it were thou!
Unforgotten, dearest, best,
Would that thy most faithful breast
Could have pillowed my last rest,—
O beloved, were it thou!"
Gentle voices breathe around me
Words with fondest meaning blent;
Love's most tender care has crowned me
With all blessings but content;
O the blessed days of old!
O the love too long untold!
O the years so dark and cold,
And their burden, "Were it thou!"
Words with fondest meaning blent;
Love's most tender care has crowned me
With all blessings but content;
O the blessed days of old!
O the love too long untold!
O the years so dark and cold,
And their burden, "Were it thou!"
