SINGING AND SIGHING.
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And the gloom without us
Seemed to find a rest
In the gathering shadows
Hidden in my breast,
When my heart was sighing.
Seemed to find a rest
In the gathering shadows
Hidden in my breast,
When my heart was sighing.
Between song and sighing
Not a day had flown,
Not a change had fallen
Save on me alone;
Shade or light, dark or bright, from my spirit still
Came the bloom, came the gloom, painting good or ill;
So through all the seasons,
Every day departs,
Painted with the changes
Of our changing hearts,
Sighing thus, or singing.
Not a day had flown,
Not a change had fallen
Save on me alone;
Shade or light, dark or bright, from my spirit still
Came the bloom, came the gloom, painting good or ill;
So through all the seasons,
Every day departs,
Painted with the changes
Of our changing hearts,
Sighing thus, or singing.
