The Green Spot that blooms o'er the Desert of Life

Words: John Philpott Curran
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O'er the desert of life, where you plainly pursued
Those phantoms of hope which their promise disown,
Have you ne'er met some spirit divinely endued
That so kindly could say, You don't suffer alone ?
And however your fate may have smiled or have frowned,
Will she deign still to share as the friend or the wife ?
Then make her the pulse of your heart, for you've found
The green spot that blooms o'er the desert of lie.

Does she love to recall the past moments so dear,
When the sweet pledge of faith was confidingly given,
When the lip spoke the voice of affection sincere,
And the vow was exchanged and recorded in Heaven ?
Does she wish to rebind what already was bound
And draw closer the claim of the friend and the wife ?
Then make her the pulse of your heart; for you've found
The green spot that blooms o'er the desert of life.