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Her very name had faded, like the flower Which we have laid upon our heart, and there Have suffer'd it to die. A second spring Has loosed the snowy waters, and has fill'd The valleys with her joy; but, , It is not spring for thee; it has not brought Its sunny beauty to thy deep blue eyes, Its dew to freshen thy lips' languid rose, And its bloom is not for thy cheek. One year, And thou didst hide thy misery, and seem, With thy gay songs and smiles and gladsome words, Still in thine aged father's sight the same. His pride was wounded by young Herman's false-hood, But not his happiness; and when he died, It was with blessings breathed in trusting hope