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Hallow'd by love, by memory kept, And deeply honour'd, deeply wept. My own dead father, time may bring Chance, change, upon his rainbow-wing, But never will thy name depart The household god of thy child's heart, Until thy orphan girl may share The grave where her best feelings are. Never, dear father, love can be, Like the dear love I had for thee!