Broken-Hearted.

Thou Star of ray path, shed Thy soft light o'er me,
And steer my frail bark to the haven of rest;
O, sweet was the music that once fill'd my soul,
But anguish has now found a home in my breast.
Drear are the days, and gloomy the nights,
There's no hope of relief for the morrow:
Keen are the darts plung'd into my soul,
While my heart is o'erladen with sorrow.

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Tho' her faults are countless as sand on the shore,
And faithless the heart where affection should dwell,
While the storm rages fiercely I'll cling to the mast
Till the calm breeze of heaven the wild waves quell.
O God, let my soul in rapture repose,
And should hope my tattered sails fill,
Gently I'll glide o'er life's turbulent stream,
Broken-hearted—I love her still.