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 is the struggle,

Eager and wild:

Does thy heart gladden?

I am thy child!

farewell!

And who shall tell

The tides of grief that in our bosoms swell?

! we must part,

And grief's worst smart

Asks—Has he—has he a forgetful heart?

? No!

For that were woe,

Peace to o'erwhelm—and hope to overthrow.

oppress,

O why distress

My soul—by breathing of—forgetfulness?