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HOW KEEN THE PANG.

How keen the pang when friends must part,
And bid the unwilling last adieu;
When every sigh that rends the heart,
Awakes the bliss that once it knew!
He that has felt alone can tell,
The dreary desert of the mind,
When those whom once we loved so well,
Have left us weeping here behind.
When every look so kindly shed,
And every word so fondly spoken,
And every smile is faded, fled,
And leaves the heart alone and broken.
Yes dearest maid! that grief was mine,
When bending o'er thy shrouded bier,
I saw the form that once was thine;
My Mary was no longer there.

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But on the relics pale and cold
There sat a sweet seraphic smile,
A calm celestial grace that told
Our parting was but for a while.