The Wanderer

Love comes back to an empty heart, Or a being clothed in love's sweet guise; Love bids sorrow and tears depart; The dear old light in the tender eyes Like a swift, bright suubeani uastens here And wanns the life tliat was cold and drear. The old, old love of the days of }-ore! Is ït the same? Oh! Love, confesa, Is it not deeper thau e'er before, To cheer, to guide and f ore ver bless? Answer me, Love; turn not away; Speak to me; say you have come to stay. Who can be surs of Love's replies, Hiding behind bis myriad masks? Yet to my soul this dear disguise Savors of Heaven; 'tis alt it asks. Swift, sweet tears to the eyelids start; Love comes back to an empty heart.