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252 As friend, while thou didst live, The hour when I forget, I likewise should forgive. Let me forgive I I break The long-uniting spell. With a last tear, oh take, Take thou, a last farewell. Now, gold-haired, pensive Muse, On to our pleasures ! Sing — Some joyous carol choose. As in the dear old Spring. Mark, how the dew-drenched lawn Scents the auroral hour. Waken my love with dawn. And pluck her garden’s flower. Lnmortal nature, see ! Casts slumber's veil away. New bom with her are we In morning's earliest ray.