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And she too—that beloved child, was gone— Life's last and loveliest link. There was her place Vacant beside the hearth—he almost dreamed He saw her still; so present was her thought. Then some slight thing reminded him how far The distance was that parted her and him. Fear dwells around the absent—and our love For such grows all too anxious, too much filled With vain regrets, and fond inquietudes: We know not Love till those we love depart.