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 * 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! thus remember me.

Oft as summer closes, When thine eye reposes On its ling'ring roses,
 * Once so lov'd by thee,

Think of her who wove them, Her, who made thee 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! still remember me.