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Yes! the deep memory of our holy tears, Our mingled prayer, Our suffering love, thro' long devoted years, Went with me there.

It was not vain, the hallow'd and the tried— It was not vain! Still, tho' unseen, still hovering at thy side, I watch again!

From our own paths, our love's attesting bowers, I am not gone; In the deep calm of midnight's whispering hours, Thou art not lone:

Not lone, when by the haunted stream thou weepest, That stream, whose tone Murmurs of thoughts, the richest and the deepest, We two have known: