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 170 MISCELLAN EOUS PoEMs. Oh, only now my be{ter part awakes, Oh, only now the pent-up waters flow, Whence the sick soul her thirst one moment slakes, One moment meltsin luxury 'of woe ! Ah, cease not ye t !'Alas, the spell is o'er, And the last echo dies the aisle along, And that dead weight has crush'd my soul once more Which yields alon o melody and song. SEPARATION. OH, 'tis one scene of parting here ! Love's watch-word is, "Farewell," And almost starts the following tear, Ere dried the last that fell: 'Tis but to'feel, that one most dear Grows needful to the heart, And, straight, a voice is muttering near, Imperious, "Ye must part 1" ......... Google

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