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Rh A PRESENTIMENT.

clouds again are o'er me,

Have gathered in the stillness;

Again me with misfortune

Envious fate now threatens.

Will I keep my defiance?

Will I bring against her

The firmness and patience

Of my youthful pride?

Wearied by a stormy life

I await the storm fretless

Perhaps once more safe again

A harbor shall I find.&hellip;

But I feel the parting nigh,

Unavoidable, fearful hour,

To press thy hand for the last time

I haste to thee, my angel.