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128 [LOVE'S DEBT.]

the shores of thy distant home

Thou hast forsaken the foreign land;

In a memorable, sad hour

I before thee cried long.

Tho' cold my hands were growing

Thee back to hold they tried;

And begged of thee my parting groan

The gnawing weariness not to break.

But from my bitter kisses thou

Thy lips away hast torn;

From the land of exile dreary

Calling me to another land.

Thou saidst: on the day of meeting

Beneath a sky forever blue

Olives' shade beneath, love's kisses

Again, my friend, we shall unite.

But where, alas! the vaults of sky

Shining are with glimmer blue,