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145. A. G. A. to A. S.
This summer wind, with thee and me
Roams in the dawn of day;
But thou must be where it shall be,
Ere Evening—far away.
Roams in the dawn of day;
But thou must be where it shall be,
Ere Evening—far away.
The farewell's echo from thy soul
Should not depart before
Hills rise and distant rivers roll
Between us evermore—
Should not depart before
Hills rise and distant rivers roll
Between us evermore—
I know that I have done thee wrong—
Have wronged both thee and Heaven—
And I may mourn my lifetime long
Yet may not be forgiven—
Have wronged both thee and Heaven—
And I may mourn my lifetime long
Yet may not be forgiven—
Repentant tears will vainly fall
To cancel deeds untrue;
But for no grief can I recall
The dreary word—Adieu—
To cancel deeds untrue;
But for no grief can I recall
The dreary word—Adieu—
Yet thou a future peace shalt win
Because thy soul is clear;
And I who had the heart to sin
Will find a heart to bear—
Because thy soul is clear;
And I who had the heart to sin
Will find a heart to bear—
Till far beyond earth's frenzied strife
That makes destruction joy
Thy perished faith shall spring to life
And my remorse shall die
That makes destruction joy
Thy perished faith shall spring to life
And my remorse shall die
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