aspirations.
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I heard her voice falter a timid farewell,
Nor trembled, tho' soft on my spirit it fell,
And she knew not—she dream'd not the anguish of soul
Which only my pity for her could control.
Nor trembled, tho' soft on my spirit it fell,
And she knew not—she dream'd not the anguish of soul
Which only my pity for her could control.
It is over,—the loveliest dream of delight
That ever illumined a wanderer's night!
Yet one gleam of comfort will brighten my way,
Tho' mournful and desolate ever I stray:
It is this, that to her—my idol, I spared
The pang, that her love could have soften'd and shared!
That ever illumined a wanderer's night!
Yet one gleam of comfort will brighten my way,
Tho' mournful and desolate ever I stray:
It is this, that to her—my idol, I spared
The pang, that her love could have soften'd and shared!
ASPIRATIONS.
I waste no more in idle dreams my life, my soul away;
I wake to know my better self,—I wake to watch and pray.
I wake to know my better self,—I wake to watch and pray.
