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LXVI
A FAREWELL
The silver chime! and we must part;
Our lark shall be no nightingale:
I go; one moment heart on heart,
Enough for all the day's avail.
Our lark shall be no nightingale:
I go; one moment heart on heart,
Enough for all the day's avail.
So hidden in the depth of day
In toil, in turmoil, that must be,
This moment will fling forth a ray
On time from white eternity.
In toil, in turmoil, that must be,
This moment will fling forth a ray
On time from white eternity.
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