LOVE WILL FIND ITS OWN.
Copyright, 1891, by Willis Woodward & Co.
By Emily Smith.
The light of day is dim and low; sweet dreams of joy now come and go;
They bring the time you loved me so- ah! do you now forget?
The light of love is burning clear, though all alone I linger here;
In thought once more you bless and cheer, for, oh, my heart it whispers yet:
"Love will find its own again at last;
And all our lives have known of pain be past;
What though the years have brought their tears,
Yet love will find its own at last;
Take heart, my sweet, we yet shall meet,
For love will find its own at last."
When hearts are one and paths are two, dear hopes depart like morning dew;
For plighted souls that old adieu, love's star can never set;
The brooks will find the distant sea, though on their way they parted he;
True hearts will meet eternally, for, oh, my heart, it whispers yet:- Refrain.