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It was not then her heart broke -- / That moment when she knew / That all her faith held holiest / Was utterly untrue.
It was not then her heart broke -- / That night of prayer and tears / When first she dared the thought of life / Through all the empty years.
But when beneath the April boughs / She felt the blossoms stir, / The careless mirth of yesterday / Came near and smiled at her.
Old singing lingered in the wind, / Old joy came close again, / Oh, underneath the April boughs, / I think her heart broke then.