WORD WOUNDS.
Though strong emotion sweeps the heart,
Though anguish wings the brow,
Hold back the words whose cruel smart
Hurts no one worse than thou.
Pause, pause until the morrow brings
Reflection, thoughts more kind,
Then from calm reason’s crystal springs
Distill from out thy mind.
A wound received from warrior’s sword
May heal within a day,
But the wound of some light, thoughtless word
May be a wound for aye.
THE GONDOLIER’S SONG.
(From “Lionardo, the Gondolier.”)
Goodnight, my love, a fond goodnight,
The moon shines down on thee.
But soon that cloud shall hide its light,
And thy dear face from me,
And thy dear face from me.
Goodnight again, my beauteous flower,
Farewell, my gentle dove;
The night speeds on, ’tis now the hour
When we must part, my love—
When we must part, my love.
Sleep, softly sleep, luxurious rest,
Sweet dreams, dear love, be thine.
May each unconscious thought be blest
With love, sweet love of mine—
Goodnight, sweet love of mine.