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I feel the shadow on my brow, The sickness at my heart; Alas! I look on those I love, And am so sad to part.

If I could leave my love behind, Or watch from yonder sky With holy and enduring care, I were not loath to die.

But death is terrible to Love: And yet a love like mine Trusts in the heaven from whence it came, And feels it is divine.