Sometimes my idle heart would roam Far from its quiet happy nest, To seek some other newer home, Some unaccustomed Best: But ere it spreads its foolish wings, 'Heart, stay at home, be wise!' Love's wisdom sings. Sometimes my idle heart would sail From out its quiet sheltered bay, To tempt a less pacific gale, And oceans far away: But ere it shakes its foolish wings, 'Heart, stay at home, be wise!' Love's wisdom sings. Sometimes my idle heart would fly, Mothlike, to reach some shining sin, It seems so sweet to burn and die That wondrous light within: But ere it burns its foolish wings, 'Heart, stay at home, be wise!' Love's wisdom sings.
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