First Line: IN MY BREAST A LONELY HEART Last Line: ALL OF GOD'S CREATIONS ARE. Subject(s): GOD; SOLITUDE; LONELINESS;
IN my breast a lonely heart Echoes like a drum of doom, And one feeble, dim-lit lamp Glimmers in this gloomy room; In the topmost of the sky Shines a solitary star— O, how separate and lone All of God's creations are.
