I Heave the Balmiest Sigh
The circle of eternal changes
Brings back the glories lost
On the echoing shores of life are heard
The groans of a slumbering past
The pleasant, honest labour brings
The blissful dreams of night
And when my anxious strife does end
I heave the balmiest sigh
Under the canopy of your love.
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