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There lies the sole remaining hope / Of all my coming years; / The treasure of my widow'd heart, / The tie that bound me here.
He was the last -- the loveliest, / And can you blame my grief, / Or chide the falling tears which give / This bursting heart relief?
There's nothing left for me to love / This earth holds nothing dear, / Since he, my sweet -- my gentle one, / Is now no longer here.
My poor fond heart had counted on / Such bliss, in future hours!
And I had dreamed his coming days / Here strewed with fairy flowers!
Perchance 'twas wrong to love him thus, / And I have been chastised --
For He who gave him to my trust, / Hath called him to the skies.
He was too dear -- oh! far too dear, / The idol of my soul --
Then blame me not -- this burst of grief / I cannot now control.