For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
St. 2 - So, We'll Go No More A-Roving (1817)
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
St. 2 - So, We'll Go No More A-Roving (1817)