Poor wounded heart, farewell!
Thy hour of rest is come;
Thou soon wilt reach thy home,
Poor wounded heart, farewell!
The pain thou'lt feel in breaking
Less bitter far will be,
Than that long, deadly aching,
This life has been to thee.
There — broken heart, farewell!
The pang is o'er —
The parting pang is o'er;
Thou now wilt bleed no more.
Poor broken heart, farewell!
No rest for thee but dying —
Like waves whose strife is past,
On death's cold shore thus lying,
Thou sleepst in peace at last —
Poor broken heart, farewell!