If he could know how I am sitting lonely,
Shunning all others since I have not him;
If he could know my heart enshrines one only
For whom my watching eyes are oft times dim.
He would come back across the weary space,
Come with the olden love-light in his face.
If he could know how I repent in sorrow
The idle words that drove him from my side;
Though leagues away he would come back tomorrow
And all my sad life would be glorified.
If he could know how much I long to see
His face again he would return to me.
If he could know how more and more I miss him,
And how my spirit daily droops and grieves;
Could know how much I long to clasp and kiss him
With the old fervor of those summer eves.
He would come back and bring the Long Ago
Alas! he comes not for he does not know.
If, and -- alas!
Words by Ella Wheeler.
Music by Hattie E. Bryant.
Milwaukee, Wis. : H.N.Hempsted, c1876.
Musical Score (4 p.)
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