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COME, LET ME TAKE THY HAND IN MINE.
Come, let me take thy hand in mine,
And it shall be a token,
That I'm thy friend, till life shall end,
And this worn heart be broken:
I ask not hope—too well I know
Such hope can ne'er be given;
But I may love thee here below,
As angels love in heaven.
And it shall be a token,
That I'm thy friend, till life shall end,
And this worn heart be broken:
I ask not hope—too well I know
Such hope can ne'er be given;
But I may love thee here below,
As angels love in heaven.
Nay, never turn thy face away,
Nor hide that falling tear:
It is no sorrow to decay—
When life's no longer dear!
Then let me take thy hand in mine,
For all too soon we sever;
My life is like that tear of thine—
Scarce seen—ere lost for ever.
Nor hide that falling tear:
It is no sorrow to decay—
When life's no longer dear!
Then let me take thy hand in mine,
For all too soon we sever;
My life is like that tear of thine—
Scarce seen—ere lost for ever.
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