Had We Not Met.
Had we not met, the brooding woe And all the griefs that greater grow, Might not have been, and happy-wise Our lives have laughed with lullabies And quaffed such joys as few may know. Our days beneath embittered skies Where anguish moans and sorrow cries, Might not have wept and wandered so, Had we not met! But ah, my darling! All we prize,-- Love and sweet trust that never dies, Wild yearnings that with constant flow From kindred heart to bosom go,-- Would never in our souls had rise, Had we not met!
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