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(In answer to the lines "My Heart Is Weary")
Oh, why forgotten wouldst thou sleep / Beneath some lonely tree? / as this bright world, so beautiful, / No sunny spots for thee? / Thou sayest thy heart is weary- / Hath sorrow swept its strings? / Its every tone of buried hopes / Some sad remembrance brings?
Go where the gushing fountain / Leaps from the rock-bound hill; / And let its quiet murmurs / Thy heart's wild throbbing still; / Scorn not the humble daisy, / Nor lily's drooping form; / For, trust me, thou wilt never find / A rose without a thorn!
August, 1847