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Oh! think not memory lives in vain,
Since it can still recal
That vision of my heart and brain,
Which tho' it led to grief and pain,
Was sweetly worth them all.
Since it can still recal
That vision of my heart and brain,
Which tho' it led to grief and pain,
Was sweetly worth them all.
Think not that other prospects shine
More pow'rful o'er my heart;
The forms I witness, tho' divine,
Can never cope with charms like thine,
Or equal what thou art.
More pow'rful o'er my heart;
The forms I witness, tho' divine,
Can never cope with charms like thine,
Or equal what thou art.
Think not, tho' winter in his flight,
May bring some weary hours,
That I neglect to hail the light
That led my happy steps at night,
To rapture in thy bowers.
May bring some weary hours,
That I neglect to hail the light
That led my happy steps at night,
To rapture in thy bowers.
Think not—ah! can I then deny,
That lonely thought to thee,
Which still, however far I fly,
Beneath a mild or desert sky,
Will never part from me?
That lonely thought to thee,
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Beneath a mild or desert sky,
Will never part from me?
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