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F in thy glorious home above Thou still recallest earthly love, If yet retained a thought may be Of him, whose heart hath bled for thee;

Remember still how deeply shrined, Thine image in his joyless mind, Each well-known scene, each former care, Forgotten—thou alone art there!

Remember that thine eye-beams light Hath fled for ever from his sight, And, with that vanished sunshine lost, Is every hope he cherished most.

Think that his life, from thee apart, Is all but weariness of heart, Each stream, whose music once was dear, Now murmurs discord to his ear.