And the words thou hast spoken have render'd me free;
That bright glance misleading on others may shine,
Those eyes smiled unheeding when tears stream'd from mine.
If my love was deemed boldness the sorrow is o'er,
I've witnessed thy coldness, I prize thee no more;
I have not loved lightly, I'll think on thee yet,
I'll pray for thee nightly, 'till life's sun is set.
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The Last Link is Broken, first stanza
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There was a little old piano, too, that had tin pans in it, I reckon, and nothing was ever so lovely as to hear the young ladies sing "The Last Link is Broken" and play "The Battle of Prague" on it.