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But thy power Sheds its most soothing influence when the heart, Too full for utterance, beats a fond farewell! Then beams thy sunshine, lighting up a sky, Which else were thickest darkness;—for what gloom Is like the gloom of absence! But for thee, And thy sweet promises of meeting joys, The warm embrace, the look of love, the smile, The blissful words of welcome once again,— Parting were as the shadow of the grave.

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Thus far my song hath reach'd again to thee, With whom my strain began: say, will thy smile Beam on my harp, like sunshine upon flowers, Depriv'd of which they die? Oh! if one note