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 All the joys that bless thee,

Sweeter far may be;

But when friends are nearest,

And when joys are dearest,

Oh! then remember me.

When at eve thou rovest,

By the star thou lovest,

Oh! then remember me.

Think when home returning,

Bright we've seen it burning.

Oh! then remember me.

Oft as summer closes,

When thine eye reposes,

On its ling’ring roses,

Once so lov'd by thee:

Think on her who wove them,

Her who made three love them,

Oh! then remember me.

When around thee dying,

Autumn leaves are lying,

Oh! then remember me,

And, at night, when gazing

On the gay hearth blazing,

Oh! then remember me.

Then should music stealing

All the soul of feeling,