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Thames Star, Volume XV, Issue 4815, 14 June 1884, Page 1

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O, LOVING HEAKTS. 0, loving hearts! not prized when they were ours! Now lost to all but mem'ry and to grief, Could we recal them, or those vanished hours,. When they were with us, it were some 1 relief To those who mourn.—who mourn, alas! too late Eor loving hearts. We sigh and mourn and sicken —yet no hand Is stretched to aid us, and no kindly voice * In gentle accents speaks of hope. Wo stand Aghast to feel and know wa shonld rejoice— ■ If death would summon us—for all is past, 0, loving hearts! Kemorse! Ah, yes, in that, we think and feel And seek to find relief—but all in vain Our sorrow for the past. Some wounds wo cannot heal. Our wearied hearts may pant, but not complain ; . Wo may not speak—Wo only sigh too lato For loving hearts. ■ They once were, ours, those loving hearts now lost, (To all save mem'ry but a mocking dream), They come to haunt us, when too sadly lost Upon our sleepless couch. We fain would deem They once again were with us, but too late, 0, loving hearts! . Ye may not hear us, and ye may not know Of our wild heart-beats and our useless tears. „ They should have come before: the tears that flow Aro acrid now—they cannot calm our fears, Nor ease our troubled hearts. All, all is past,' ' 0, loving hearts!