Hold Stead Your Heart

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, July 18, 2009 0 comments

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Hold stead your heart, mine is comforted
By the mere existence of your smile
I weep anew, not daring dread
For faith, yes faith upon the hour's dial 
'Twas lonely hours until this day
O what a day indeed!
Amid the ruins e'er continuous
I've walked through fates to return to thee
What joy! What joy! Splendid fair
High-spirited is mine own bind to life
O darkened path, O tempest gray
N'er again will you cause me strife
No void of gloom, but musing praise
For my love, my world, my brightest dream
O'er lovely verse to soothe thine soul
I declare rejoice unspeakably

Posted by Robert Anderson at Saturday, July 18, 2009

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