24 SYMPATHY. 
BALM. 
Melissa. 
Language — SYMPA THY. 
Hast thou one heart that loves thee, 
In this dark world of care, 
Whose gentle smile approves thee ? 
Yield not to dark despair ! 
One rose, whose fragrant blossom 
Blooms but for thee alone — 
One fond, confiding bosom, 
Whose thoughts are all thine own ? — 
One tuneful voice to cheer thee, 
When sorrow has distressed — 
One breast when thou art weary, 
Whereon thy head to rest ? — 
Till that sweet rose is faded, 
And cold that heart so warm, 
Till clouds thy star have shaded, 
Heed not the passing storm. 
Till the kind voice that blessed thee 
All mute in death doth lie, 
And the fount that oft refreshed thee 
To thee is ever dry, — 
Thou hast one tie to bind thee 
To this dark world of care ; 
Then let no sorrow blind thee — 
Yield not to dark despair. 
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