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E loves! If the bygone years Thine eyes have ever shed Tears—bitter, unavailing tears,
 * For one untimely dead—

If in the eventide of life
 * Sad thoughts of her arise,

Then let the memory of thy wife
 * Plead for my boy—he dies!

He dies! If fondly laid aside
 * In some old cabinet,

Memorials of thy long-dead bride
 * Lie, dearly treasured yet,

Then let her hallowed bridal dress—
 * Her little dainty gloves—

Her withered flowers—her faded tress—
 * Plead for my boy—he loves!