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We do not know how much we love, Until we come to leave; An aged tree, a common flower, Are things o'er which we grieve. There is a pleasure in the pain That brings us back the past again.

We linger while we turn away, We cling while we depart; And memories, unmarked till then, Come crowding on the heart. Let what will lure our onward way, Farewell's a bitter word to say.

Song, “We do not know how much we love,” music by G. Loder in The New York Glee Book, 1851 Ballad, music by Owen Hope, 1865