I talk to her? Ah yes, sweet hours!
Tho’ every act and word I know
Must say my heart is full of love,
I dare not, can not tell her so.
Some day, perhaps,—some bright, sweet day!—
My tongue may tell her as my song
The struggle of my striving soul
To rise to her above the throng.
Great God, lift up my failing soul,
And purify this heart of mine.