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 EVER again to touch my hand in greeting, Never again to lay your lips on mine. Was it in Paradise joy grew so fleeting? Was the world old when Eve did all resign ? Poor resignation, gone past all retaining, Poor resignation, gone past all regaining. Never again to know I need but live, Just be myself, and one would count it blessing; Carelessly, as the birds their carols give, Joyously, as a child receives caressing. Never again the bliss of gladness giving, Never again the life of perfect living.