Show DESOLATION 1 The days so cold so dark and drear Would be so bright and full of cheer I i If she were nero The clouds that thickly round us lie r Would lift and change to summer sty v If she ivco here t > I The waves of sorrow oer us rollS roll-S overwhelm the very soul Since shes not here The sweets of life have turned to gall The sky is like a funeral pall r Since shes not here Each breath we draw is but a moan Life is a weight a drag a groan Since shes not here Our lives are turnedto minor keys That would be heavenly symphonies 11 she were here v How would we dance on stormiest wave How would our souls in rapture lave If she were here But joy bright hope and cheer have fled Faith wounded sits with low bowed head She is not here Ida Branch Mills |