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The happy hour smiles yet
Tho' years withdrawn,—too happy, once, to smile!
The flushing cheek, the silence, hopes and fears
Commingling, till She look'd me in the face
And freely gave me both her tender hands.
Life moves and changes on; but love is ours,
And we are love's, thank Heav'n, for evermore.
Tho' years withdrawn,—too happy, once, to smile!
The flushing cheek, the silence, hopes and fears
Commingling, till She look'd me in the face
And freely gave me both her tender hands.
Life moves and changes on; but love is ours,
And we are love's, thank Heav'n, for evermore.
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