Where Is My Heart

by Alexander Lacey Beard

Where is my heart?

Its place of rest is not within

this aching breast;

Where does it dwell?

It is not in the glittering hall,

Where sunbright glances gaily fall

'Neath pleasure's spell.

Where is my heart?

Not in the crowed 'mid mirth and

wine and revel loud;

It is not there.

Nor is it where the summer's sky

gives birth to flowers of brightest dye

And balmy air.

Where is my heart?

Upon the sea, where dwell the

joyous and the free,

It has not gone.

My withered heart, it has not flown

Where love and hope or joy is known.

Or pleasures dawn.

Where is my heart?

To the old grave, where yew and

cypress darkly wave,

My heart has fled.

Yes, where the form it worshipped sleep,

My blighted heart its vigil keeps,

Beside the dead.