A gentle story of two lovers young, Who met in innocence and died in sorrow, And of one selfish heart, whose rancour clung Like curses on them; are ye slow to borrow The lore of truth from such a tale? Or in this world’s deserted vale, Do ye not see a star of gladness Pierce the shadows of its sadness,-- When ye are cold, that love is a light sent From Heaven, which none shall quench, to cheer the innocent?SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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