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Sorrow and joy mature the growth of love:Love, nursed by joy alone, is poor and weak:
'Tis not that we together sought and seek
Those streams of song whose fountains are above;
It is not kindred minds alone which move
In us a love that must for aye endure;
Nor kindred hopes that blend in rhythm pure,
Nor charm of childish memories interwove,
Nor those sweet names of sister and of brother,
Alone; the grave endears us to each other;
The mournful separation which must come
When eyes wax dim, and fondest lips are dumb:—
We love the golden calm before the storm,
And turn to clasp once more the hand which yet is warm.
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