English poem
The Girl of My Heart
by Anonymous
In the world's crooked path, where I've been, There to share in life's gloom my poor heart, The sunshine that soften'd the scene Was—a smile from the girl of my heart.
Not a swain, when the lark quits her nest, But to labor with glee will depart, If at eve he expects to be blest With a smile from the girl of his heart.
Come then crosses, and cares as they may, Let my mind still this maxim impart, That the comfort of man's fleeting day Is—a smile from the girl of his heart.