Come O glare of my heart, now in despair,
In sorrow's dark abyss, I do find mine fate,
Once your strength took my soul's worthy care,
And in your love, ah, mine weary heart did wait.
Now, on tranquil nights, memories of you sways,
And the past longings stir with a deep pain,
Come, O glare of my heart, I do gaze,
And rekindle love that flickers still, though vain.
Your absence wearies mine heart, and I lament,
Your love, my sole support, now lost, I grieve,
Come, O come glare of my heart's bent,
Restore fate that once mine heart could retrieve.
Come, O come and ease my endless pain,
And in your love, mine heart may find rest again.
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