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, and when to-morrow Seems little, like to-day, And we find life's deepest sorrow Melts gradual away; Yet do not quite forget me, Though our love be o'er; Let gentle dreams regret me    When we shall meet no more.

Not painfully, not often, Remembrance shall intrude; But let my image soften Sometimes your solitude. Let twilight sad and tender Recall our parting tear. Ah! hope I might surrender, But memory is too dear.