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Nav, tell me not, my dearest,


That Time hath dimm'd thine eyes
still, still my path thou cheerest,
As in days that are gone by.
say moi thy cheek is faded,


By sorrows, cares and fears;
That thy brow IS somewhat shaded
By the clouds of darker years.
IfTime much more had taken,


could forgive the theft,
While thy heart remained mistaken,
And its love for me was lclt
j, too, am something older


Than when | met with thee;
But hearts become no colder,


Ifthey are what hearts should be
Thy own has never alter'd,


As wears have DER me past,
Thy love has nel er faltcr'd,


When my brow has been o'crcast;--
Then tell me not Of changes
In cheek, OF brow, or hair
The love such loss cstrlI4gcs,
Must be lighter far than air.
Though mornings early splendor,
May raptnrc's thrill impart,
The vcsper hour, more tender,
Sinks still deeperin the heart.
Tho spring be gay with roses,
And summer skies are clear,
Yet Autumn's hand uncloscs
The rich harvest Of the year.
Fen Ages wintry weather


Inspires no thought of gloom
Hearts which share, together,
In hopes of spring, beyond the tomb.