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LOVE'S RETROSPECT.
I leave thee, I leave thee,
But my thoughts are with thee yet,
Long, weary miles may lie between,
Still lengthening onwards, but I ween
They cannot chain Love's wanderings,
Or make the heart forget.
But my thoughts are with thee yet,
Long, weary miles may lie between,
Still lengthening onwards, but I ween
They cannot chain Love's wanderings,
Or make the heart forget.
I leave thee, I leave thee,—
Nay, nay, it is not so;
I sit beside thee even now,
I hear Love's whisper, soft and low,
And I clasp thy hand in mine, sweet friend,
As I am wont to do.
Nay, nay, it is not so;
I sit beside thee even now,
I hear Love's whisper, soft and low,
And I clasp thy hand in mine, sweet friend,
As I am wont to do.
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I leave thee, I leave thee,
Fresh scenes around me rise,
But I see them not—I linger still,
To breath one last good night, and fill
My soul, with all pleasant memories
From the depths of those dear eyes.
Fresh scenes around me rise,
But I see them not—I linger still,
To breath one last good night, and fill
My soul, with all pleasant memories
From the depths of those dear eyes.
I leave thee, I leave thee,
God's blessing on thee rest,
His watchful care be round thee spread,
His holy presence guard thy bed,
And his peace, which passeth human thought,
Sit, dove-like, on thy breast.
God's blessing on thee rest,
His watchful care be round thee spread,
His holy presence guard thy bed,
And his peace, which passeth human thought,
Sit, dove-like, on thy breast.
I leave thee, I leave thee,
But my thoughts are with thee ever;
Long, weary miles may lie between,
Still lengthening onwards, but I ween,
They will ne'er divide our hearts, sweet friend,
Or our true affection sever.
But my thoughts are with thee ever;
Long, weary miles may lie between,
Still lengthening onwards, but I ween,
They will ne'er divide our hearts, sweet friend,
Or our true affection sever.
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