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Are the pure lilies imaged in its flow? Alas! vain thoughts! that fondly thus can stray From the dread hour so near!

If I could but draw courage from the light Of thy clear eye, that ever shone to bless! —Not now! 'twill not be now!—my aching sight Drinks from that fount a flood of tenderness, Bearing all strength away!

Leave me!—thou com'st between my heart and Heaven! I would be still, in voiceless prayer to die! —Why must our souls thus love, and then be riven? —Return! thy parting wakes mine agony! —Oh, yet awhile delay!