Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
