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Surprised by
joy -impatient as the wind
I turned to share the
transport -Oh! with whom
But Thee, deep buried in the
silent tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind -
But
how could I forget thee? Through what power,
Even for
the least division of an hour,
Have I been so
beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss?
-That thought's return
Was the worst pang that sorrow
ever bore
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;
That
neither present time, nor years unborn,
Could to my
sight that heavenly face restore.
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