Betwixt Two Seas Poems and Ballads (Written at Constantinople and Therapia). By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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AT PARTING
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AT PARTING
Should'st thou and I, thus parting, meet no more
(For many have not met who parted so),
Twould ease my aching heart if thou could'st know
The many blessings that I thank thee for;—
But ever, when I come to count them o'er,
I find that, as the myriad flow'rs that blow
In summer-time, or as the flakes of snow
That go to make the Winter white and hoar,
(For many have not met who parted so),
Twould ease my aching heart if thou could'st know
The many blessings that I thank thee for;—
But ever, when I come to count them o'er,
I find that, as the myriad flow'rs that blow
In summer-time, or as the flakes of snow
That go to make the Winter white and hoar,
Or as the stars that twinkle overhead
And light the wayfarer to home and rest,
Or as the drops that fill the ocean's bed
The number of them may not be express'd;
Above, below, around, I see them shed,
Of Life's good gifts the brightest and the best.
And light the wayfarer to home and rest,
Or as the drops that fill the ocean's bed
The number of them may not be express'd;
Above, below, around, I see them shed,
Of Life's good gifts the brightest and the best.
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