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PARTING WORDS.
How oft the parting words of loved ones dear
Are cherished fondly all our lifetime here,
And Memory, in calm reflection's hour,
Recalls them to the mind with vivid power;
And frequently most bitterly we feel
The impotence of Time our grief to heal.
Are cherished fondly all our lifetime here,
And Memory, in calm reflection's hour,
Recalls them to the mind with vivid power;
And frequently most bitterly we feel
The impotence of Time our grief to heal.
Ah! tender parting words, how soon is felt
Your influence the hardest heart to melt—
And as a babe upon its mother's breast
Is soothed unconsciously to quiet rest,
So gradually it steals o'er each sad soul,
And holds our feelings in its firm control.
Your influence the hardest heart to melt—
And as a babe upon its mother's breast
Is soothed unconsciously to quiet rest,
So gradually it steals o'er each sad soul,
And holds our feelings in its firm control.
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