Comfort At Parting
O little Heart, So much I see Thy hidden smart, So much I long To sing some song To comfort thee. For, little Heart, Indeed, indeed, The hour to part Makes cruel speed; Yet, dear, think thou How even now, With happy haste, With eager feet, The hour when we Again shall meet Cometh across the waste.
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