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320 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Which fondly I have cherish'd. I have clung
To this bright hope since first my heart was wrung
Under my sad bereavement. Soon, ah ! soon,
(And I would crave it as a blessed boon !)
My bones shall rest with hers, my spirit soar
To meet my dark-hair'd child upon a happier shore! |
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