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They came with griefs, and pains, and cares, All that the heart breaks while it bears; Desolate as I feel alone I should not weep that thou art gone. Alas! the tears that still will fall Are selfish in their fond recall;— If ever tears could win from Heaven A loved one, and yet be forgiven, Mine surely might; I may not tell The agony of my farewell! A single tear I had not shed,— 'Twas the first time I mourn'd the dead:— It was my heaviest loss, my worst,— My father!—and was thine the first!

Farewell! in my heart is a spot Where other griefs and cares come not,