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“TILL DEATH US DO PART”
Oft in the lapses of the night,
When dead things live and live things die,
I touch you, with a wild affright
Lest you have ceased in sleep to sigh.
When dead things live and live things die,
I touch you, with a wild affright
Lest you have ceased in sleep to sigh.
There is no truth I fear to face,
Not e'en the record of my heart
That brands me recreant from grace,
Except the truth that we must part.
Not e'en the record of my heart
That brands me recreant from grace,
Except the truth that we must part.
Before the phantom of that hour,
Time's Officer to you and me,
A miserable wretch I cower
And plead for pity, hopelessly.
Time's Officer to you and me,
A miserable wretch I cower
And plead for pity, hopelessly.
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“May we not tread the path,” I cry,
“Together? None the way can miss;
It ends against the sunset sky,—
A turning or a precipice.”
“Together? None the way can miss;
It ends against the sunset sky,—
A turning or a precipice.”
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