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Rh Bright from thy blue eye,
 * And fair o'er thy cheek.

Call thy young children
 * In from their play,

Cover their faces up,
 * Lead them away;

Methinks, my enfeebled heart
 * Wilder'd and lone,

Dreadeth the going
 * More than the gone.

From the first life-throb,
 * When on my breast,

One bright Sabbath morning
 * They laid thee to rest;

We have dwelt undivided,
 * Like sapling and spray,

But newer loves govern thee,
 * Hie thee away.

Throw the dark mountains
 * That nothing may sever,

Throw leagues of forest
 * Between us forever,

To a new mansion
 * With vision'd hopes gay,

Stronger loves beckon thee,
 * Hie thee away.

Mid lakelets of silver,
 * In caskets of green,