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TO MISS S. M. G. 71 |
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Then wherefore should my heart send back to thine
Its earnest throbbings now, While sad'ning thoughts of friends I 've left behind
Steal o'er my brow ? We met and parted—well thou know'st the day!
The skies were dark above, And from this breast had just been torn away
Bright links of love.
Then I stood lonely 'mid that stranger train,—
No sister's smile was there; But thou didst throw around my heart a chain
'T will ever wear. A kindness, which this heart knew how to prize,
Was lavish'd there on me— I had not hoped to find beneath the skies
Such sympathy!
Yet, not for this alone I love thee now;
Ah! not for this alone Do I remember thee with thankful brow,
While sad winds moan— I knew the kindness which thou didst impart
. To one than life more dear, Kindness which cast around the wanderer's heart
A ray to cheer: |
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