by William Smyth (1765 - 1849)

Hide not thy anguish
Language: English 
Hide not thy anguish
Thou must not deceive me,
Thy fortunes have frown'd,
And the struggle is o'er;
Come then the ruin!
For nothing shall grieve me,
If thou are but left me,
I ask for no more.

Hard is the world,
It will rudely reprove thee;
Thy friends will retire,
When the tempest is near;
Now is my season,
And now will I love thee,
And cheer thee when none
But thy Mary will cheer.

Come to my arms,
Thou art dearer than ever!
But breathe not a whisper
Of sorrow for me:
Fear shall not reach me,
Nor misery sever,
Thy Mary is worthy
Of love and of thee.

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This text was added to the website: 2004-12-11
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