Faint Heart
How oft I prayed to hold her in my arms
And take my fill of all her rosy charms;
And yet to-night I have her by my side
While still I faint and motionless abide.
Thou wretched soul, what ails thee!
Raise thy head,
Or else from joy be ever banished.
And take my fill of all her rosy charms;
And yet to-night I have her by my side
While still I faint and motionless abide.
Thou wretched soul, what ails thee!
Raise thy head,
Or else from joy be ever banished.
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