LINES ON PARTING WITH ——.
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Since Fate's tyrannical decree, Sweet friend, dissevers you and me, Now memory shall vanquish fate, And yield the bliss we knew so late.
Yes, she a mournful devotee, From scenes of busy strife shall flee; To kneel beneath that cherish'd shrine, Whose every offering is thine.
Oh! sometimes in the lonely hour, My heart shall own a deeper power, And tears shall tell, upon my cheek, The grief that words could never speak.