If You But Knew The Flames That

Moscow... How Many Strains Are Fusing In That One Sound, For Russian Hearts! What Store Of Riches It Imparts!

I Loved You; Even Now I May Confess, Some Embers Of My Love Their Fire Retain; But Do Not Let It Cause You More Distress, I Do Not Want To Sadden You Again. Hopeless And Tongue Tied, Yet I Loved You Dearly With Pangs The Jealous And The Timid Know; So Tenderly I Loved You, So Sincerely, I Pray God Grant Another Love You So.

To Love All Ages Yield Surrender; But To The Young It's Raptures Bring A Blessing Bountiful And Tender- As Storms Refresh The Fields Of Spring.

Thus People--so It Seems To Me-- Become Good Friends From Sheer Ennui.

If You But Knew The Flames That Burn In Me Which I Attempt To Beat Down With My Reason.