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We met—and the hour of our meeting is fled:
May thy course be of pleasure, tho' mine be of pain!
Our footsteps may ne'er in that pathway be led,
That may lead to each other again.
May thy course be of pleasure, tho' mine be of pain!
Our footsteps may ne'er in that pathway be led,
That may lead to each other again.
How brief was the time!—but how joyous it flew!—
'Twas sunshine alone, not a cloud hover'd there:
Alas! such bright hours of my life have been few—
I return to my long cherish'd care.
'Twas sunshine alone, not a cloud hover'd there:
Alas! such bright hours of my life have been few—
I return to my long cherish'd care.
My form and my name will soon fade from thy mind,
Tho' the scenes where we met in thy mem'ry may be;
But no place in my thought will those images find,
Except to remind me of thee.
Tho' the scenes where we met in thy mem'ry may be;
But no place in my thought will those images find,
Except to remind me of thee.
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