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ACROSS THE WORLD
Across the world, my Dear!
My hope shall reach to thee;
Nor Joy, nor Doubt, nor Fear,
Our severance be.
My hope shall reach to thee;
Nor Joy, nor Doubt, nor Fear,
Our severance be.
Joy will some echo wake,
Bringing thee ever near;
And Doubt for thy dear sake
Departs with Fear.
Bringing thee ever near;
And Doubt for thy dear sake
Departs with Fear.
And Grief herself shall look
On me with those dear eyes,
As absently she took
Her one disguise.
On me with those dear eyes,
As absently she took
Her one disguise.
Across the world, my Dear!
Though I may seem to roam,
My heart is ever here
With thee, at home.
Though I may seem to roam,
My heart is ever here
With thee, at home.
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