TO—

TO—

Glorious love, if the passion were thine,To thee I would open my heart and myself;Yours is the spirit to whom I’d resign,Yours are the arms I would rest in, in sleep.Yours is the face I would look to for help,Yours are the hopes that would buoy me, untilAfter our labors had won, or had failed,Yours are the thoughts that would guide me on still.

Glorious love, if the passion were thine,To thee I would open my heart and myself;Yours is the spirit to whom I’d resign,Yours are the arms I would rest in, in sleep.Yours is the face I would look to for help,Yours are the hopes that would buoy me, untilAfter our labors had won, or had failed,Yours are the thoughts that would guide me on still.

Glorious love, if the passion were thine,To thee I would open my heart and myself;Yours is the spirit to whom I’d resign,Yours are the arms I would rest in, in sleep.

Glorious love, if the passion were thine,

To thee I would open my heart and myself;

Yours is the spirit to whom I’d resign,

Yours are the arms I would rest in, in sleep.

Yours is the face I would look to for help,Yours are the hopes that would buoy me, untilAfter our labors had won, or had failed,Yours are the thoughts that would guide me on still.

Yours is the face I would look to for help,

Yours are the hopes that would buoy me, until

After our labors had won, or had failed,

Yours are the thoughts that would guide me on still.

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