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! sweet letter, I will keep thee Years—alas! it may be years; Midnight's lonely hour shall steep thee With the tenderest, truest tears. ’T is his last—his farewell letter, Doomed 'mid distant lands to rove; He may find a brighter, better, Never a more faithful love.

Yet to such vain fear replying, When the days pass long and lone; Still my heart, on his relying, For his truth will pledge its own. Ah! the love from childhood cherished Links a sweet and household tie; If such old affection perished, All life's early hopes must die.