WE DON'T KNOW HOW

          We love then

TILL WE LOSE THEM

What we have not we would gain
What we have we think is vain,
A discontent too often we express
From the cradle to the grave
For a something more they crave
Quite unmindful of the treasurs we possess
Tho' we've friends whose hearts are true
And have loving kinsmen too
May be helpmates who are fair to look upon
Yet we seldom know the worth
Of the dear ones on the earth
We don't know how we love them till they're

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We dont know how we love them till we love them
We may find out we love them
When the grass grows above them
But we don t know how we love them till they're
gone

When the old grey bearded man
closes his allotted spad
And the mother whom we loved has gone before
Though_twe know it must be so
Yet it softens not the blow
And the parting grief is terrible and
We remember then the years,
We have caused those parents tears,
And the truth alas ! must sadly be confessed,
We are sure we've loved then well,
But within us we can tell,
It's when losing then we feel we love them

Our children's voices sweet,
And the patter of of their feet,
Give us music that cannot be bought Wlth
So we'll evny not the state,
O ! powerful and great,
But be thankful for the blessing that we need
At the best this life is brief,
let us waste it not in grief ;
But as friends are fewer as we journey on,
To our hearts they shall be dear,
While we have them with us here,
Though we don't know how wo love them till there's gone.

Does thy Heart
True to me.

Does my heart beat true to me love,
I said when last we met,
Her eyes shone like the stars above;
Me thinks I see them yet,
Her bosom heaved a tender sigh,
She said where e'er I be,
Remember love until I die,
My heart bears true to me.

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In the silent night, when the moon shines
bright,       
And I am far upon the sea,
I'll ask thee love by the stars above,
Does thy heart beat true to me,

Does thy heart beat true to me my love,
For now we're going to part,
And whilst the ocean wide I rove,
Have I thy loving heart,
Remember dear when I'm not here,
Thy fancy will be free,
And I shall say when far away.
Does thy heart beat true to me

Does thy heart beat true to me my love,
I'll ask when growing old,
And will it then be treasure trove,
When age his wrinkles fold,
When hair is white and eyes less bright
And all things changed you see,
Remember, it I'll ask again,
Does thy art beat true to me,