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146 Ah, will she see the heart that loves her so? And will she say, "I know—I know, My dear, the lone dark way your feet have trod; I tell it every day to God, And he has sent me with the olden peace, That your forebodings and your pain should cease."

Aye, she could not forget; and she could be

But wise and tender unto me;

And she would brighten all this lonely woe

With her sweet smiles of long ago.

I watch and pray. The path of stars is bright.

Will she come? Oh, God! may she come to-night!