Do Not Wound the heart that love thee
Do not wound the heart that loves thee
Do not cause it needless pain
For the heart that once is blighted
Like the rose neer blooms again
It may seem a goodly flower
And awhile delight the eye
But there is a secret anguish
That will caus it soon to die
Do not wound the heart that love thee
Bid it live beneath thy smile
Ever cause it to be happy
And the darkest hours beguile
If thy blessings will give pleasure
To the heart that loves but thee
It will prove a priceless tresure
When thy summer friends shall flee
Do not wound the heart that love thee /
When the [faded] perhaps may come
[faded] all [faded] hearts departed
Then can it find one hearts true home
If thou canst not bid it [faded]
[faded] the smile possession wears
Do not wound the heart that love thee
Lift the burden [faded]