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But the pray'r was accepted, the sorrow is o'er, And the tear-drop is fled, like the dew on the rose; Thy dangers, our fears, have endear'd thee the more, And my bosom with tenderness glows!

And, oh! when the dreams, the enchantments of youth, Bright and transient, have fled, like the rainbow, away; My affection for thee, still unfading in truth, Shall never, oh! never, decay!

No time can impair it, no change can destroy, Whate'er be the lot I am destin'd to share; It will smile in the sun-shine of hope and of joy, And beam thro' the cloud of despair!