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Something the heart must have to cherish, / Must love and joy and sorrow learn, / Something with passion clasp or perish, / And in itself to ashes burn.
So to this child my heart is clinging, / And its frank eyes, with look intense, / Me from a world of sin are bringing / Back to a world of innocence.
Disdain must thou endure forever; / Strong may thy heart in danger be! / Thou shalt not fail! but ah, be never / False as thy father was to me.
Never will I forsake thee, faithless, / And thou thy mother ne'er forsake, / Until her lips are white and breathless, / Until in death her eyes shall break.