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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - My Heart Is Like A Withered Nut!
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MY heart is like a withered nut, 
Rattling within its hollow shell; 
You cannot ope my breast, and put 
Any thing fresh with it to dwell. 
The hopes and dreams that filled it when 
Life`s spring of glory met my view, 
Are gone! and ne`er with joy or pain 
That shrunken heart shall swell anew. 

My heart is like a withered nut; 
Once it was soft to every touch, 
But now `tis stern and closely shut;-- 
I would not have to plead with such. 
Each light-toned voice once cleared my brow, 
Each gentle breeze once shook the tree 
Where hung the sun-lit fruit, which now 
Lies cold, and stiff, and sad, like me! 

My heart is like a withered nut-- 
It once was comely to the view; 
But since misfortune`s blast hath cut, 
It hath a dark and mournful hue. 
The freshness of its verdant youth 
Nought to that fruit can now restore; 
And my poor heart, I feel in truth, 
Nor sun, nor smile shall light it more!
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