apostrophe to my husband.
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Sleep on, sleep on—I try to check
Each murmur of the heart;
But yet 'twas hard, mine own beloved,
'T was hard from thee to part.
Each murmur of the heart;
But yet 'twas hard, mine own beloved,
'T was hard from thee to part.
'Twas hard to bid a long adieu
To one we loved so well,—
Ah, hard to say that bitter word,
That bitter word, "farewell!"
To one we loved so well,—
Ah, hard to say that bitter word,
That bitter word, "farewell!"
The anguish of that parting hour
Is on my spirit now;
It sends deep sorrow to my heart,
A shadow to my brow.
Is on my spirit now;
It sends deep sorrow to my heart,
A shadow to my brow.
And yet I would not call thee back;
To the cold cares of life,—
Sleep on, unmindful of the tears
Of her thou once called wife.
To the cold cares of life,—
Sleep on, unmindful of the tears
Of her thou once called wife.
