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Come Rest in this Bosom

Written by: Thomas Moore | Biography
 | Quotes (5) |
 Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, 
Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; 
Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, 
And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. 

Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same 
Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? 
I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart? 
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. 

Thou hast call'd me thy angel in moments of bliss, 
And thy Angel I'd be, 'mid the horrors of this, -- 
Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, 
And shield thee, and save thee, -- or perish there too!



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