< Littell's Living Age < Volume 173 < Issue 2242
For works with similar titles, see Song.
If words were not so weak
To tell our best thoughts, dear,
Then I might speak,
And you might hear.
If earth were not so bleak,
Our roses might not die, —
And I might seek
And find you nigh.
You found, what should I seek?
You mine, what should I need
To make this bleak
Earth Heaven indeed?
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