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STANZAS.
[Hours like those I spent with you]
Hours like those I spent with you,
So bright, so passing, and so few,
May never bless me more,—farewell!
My heart can feel but dare not tell,
The rapture of those hours of light,
Thus snatched from sorrow's cheerless night.
So bright, so passing, and so few,
May never bless me more,—farewell!
My heart can feel but dare not tell,
The rapture of those hours of light,
Thus snatched from sorrow's cheerless night.
'Tis not thy cheek's soft blended hue;
'Tis not thine eye of heavenly blue;
'Tis not the radiance of thy brow,
That thus would win or charm me now,
It is thy heart's warm light that glows,
Like sun-beams on December snows.
'Tis not thine eye of heavenly blue;
'Tis not the radiance of thy brow,
That thus would win or charm me now,
It is thy heart's warm light that glows,
Like sun-beams on December snows.
It is thy wit that flashes bright,
As lightning on a stormy night,
Illuming even the clouds that roll
Along the darkness of my soul,
And bidding with an Angel's voice,
The heart that knew no joy,—rejoice.
As lightning on a stormy night,
Illuming even the clouds that roll
Along the darkness of my soul,
And bidding with an Angel's voice,
The heart that knew no joy,—rejoice.
Too late we met,—to soon we part,
Yet dearer to my soul thou art,
Than some whose love has grown for years,
Smiled with my smile, and wept my tears.
Farewell! but absent thou shalt seem,
The vision of some heavenly dream,
Too bright on child of earth to dwell;
It must be so,—my friend farewell.
Yet dearer to my soul thou art,
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Smiled with my smile, and wept my tears.
Farewell! but absent thou shalt seem,
The vision of some heavenly dream,
Too bright on child of earth to dwell;
It must be so,—my friend farewell.
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