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morning light fall o'er thee, While I am far away: Let hope, sweet hope restore thee All we have dreamed to-day.

I would not have thee keep me In mind, by tears alone: I would not have thee weep me Love mine when I am gone.

No; as the brook is flowing, With sunshine on its tide, While fair and wild flowers blowing, Lean lovely at its side!

So linked with many a treasure Of nature, and of spring, With all that gives thee pleasure, My heart to thine shall cling.

The rose shall be enchanted, To breathe of sighs to thee; All fair things shall be haunted With vows of faith from me.

The west wind shall secure thee My tidings o'er the main; But most of all assure thee, How soon we meet again. L. E. L.