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146 O pure live water from our earthly well, Whom Love changed to a heavenly ænomel. The while he kissed the bowl with longing lip, And drew the soul therein to fellowship! Shimmer of white wings, ere ye vanish! Glimmer of white robes, ere ye banish, With your full glory, mortal eyes From paradise! So far, so far, Little star! Unless thine own dear happiness it mar, Remember us in our low dell, Who love thee well! Farewell!