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TO D---.
Friend of my heart!—for thus my heart
Has named its dearest earthly friend—
Though distant far we dwell apart,
True minds can still in absence blend.
Has named its dearest earthly friend—
Though distant far we dwell apart,
True minds can still in absence blend.
Where'er I wander on the earth,
I know that thou wilt think of me;
While every scene shall call to birth
Some fond and touching thought of thee.
I know that thou wilt think of me;
While every scene shall call to birth
Some fond and touching thought of thee.
I ne'er shall climb a mountain's side,
Nor steer across a glistening lake,
Nor through romantic woodlands ride,
Nor roam where billows wildly break;
Nor steer across a glistening lake,
Nor through romantic woodlands ride,
Nor roam where billows wildly break;
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But memory still within my breast
To soft regret will heave a sigh;
For every scene will still suggest
Some dearer scene where thou wert nigh.
To soft regret will heave a sigh;
For every scene will still suggest
Some dearer scene where thou wert nigh.
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