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I took my
heart
in my hand
(O my
love
, O my
love
)
Yet a woman's words are
weak
;
You
should speak, not I.
With a
friendly smile
,
With a
critical eye
you scann'd
As you set it down it broke-
Broke
, but I did not
wince
;
I
smiled
at the speech you spoke
O my
God
, O my
God
My hope was written on
sand
Refine with fire its
gold
,
Purge
Thou its
dross
away
Whence none can
pluck
it out.
All that I have I
bring
,
All that I am I
give
,
Smile Thou and I shall sing,
But shall not question
much.