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For Love has cast his chain of gold Around each glad and tender feeling.
One year agoŚit cannot be
One little year has changed me thus ! My lightsome heart, no longer free,
By softest ties is bound to dust: One image plays before my eye,
One image fills my waking dreams; And nothing else beneath the sky,
With half the' seeming beauty gleams. j One year agoŚmy heart was then
More fully fix'd on things above ! 0 Jesus ! my Almighty Friend,
Have I been wandering from thy love ? Recall me by thy blessed word,
And draw me by thy Spirit back; And help me, 0 my faithful Lord,
Still to pursue the shining track.
Yes, pale, melancholy autumn, Once again I hear thy moan ;
'Tis a sweetly mournful requiem O'er the summer past and gone.