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THE LOST HEART.
"Say, have you found the heart I lost
As you and I, last night,
The fragrant, new-mown meadow crossed,
Beneath the sweet starlight?"
"Say, have you found the heart I lost
As you and I, last night,
The fragrant, new-mown meadow crossed,
Beneath the sweet starlight?"
"I have a heart; but ere I show it,
'T is fair thou shouldst define
The private marks by which thou 'lt know it;
No doubt the heart is thine."
'T is fair thou shouldst define
The private marks by which thou 'lt know it;
No doubt the heart is thine."
"Well, 't was not hard, nor very strong,
A loving, little heart,
Filled with sweet raptures and wild song,
But all unskilled in art.
A loving, little heart,
Filled with sweet raptures and wild song,
But all unskilled in art.
