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THE FIRST DOUBT.
My heart is chilled with sudden fear,
And heavy on my spirit lies
The doubt that breathed from thy harsh tones,
And looked from thy reproachful eyes.
And seest thou not love's mightiest spell,
Its pure and perfect trust, is broken,
By the cold thought thy heart hath nursed,
And the cold words thy lips have spoken?
My heart is chilled with sudden fear,
And heavy on my spirit lies
The doubt that breathed from thy harsh tones,
And looked from thy reproachful eyes.
And seest thou not love's mightiest spell,
Its pure and perfect trust, is broken,
By the cold thought thy heart hath nursed,
And the cold words thy lips have spoken?
Ah, thou of little faith!—Came then,
No gentle memories to thee?
No earnest tone, no still caress,
No smile, no tear, to plead for me?
Had all the love of all our past
No voices calling through thy heart?
Shone not mine eyes upon thy soul
A light to bid all clouds depart?
No gentle memories to thee?
No earnest tone, no still caress,
No smile, no tear, to plead for me?
Had all the love of all our past
No voices calling through thy heart?
Shone not mine eyes upon thy soul
A light to bid all clouds depart?
