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Cold as the grave can make if
That faithful heart must be,
Whose light would not forsakeit
In parting thus from thee.
When hand in hand is warmly prest,
Alasl who docs not know,
That tears swell high in many breast
Too proud to let them flow.
Go--and may every sorrow
BE distant FROM thy way,
And every new tomorrow
Be happier than to-day
My sunshine smile through every storm,
And rainbows through the showers,
While thy mild heaven is clear and warm,
And never cold like ours.
IF innocence and beauty
Concliate human love,
thigh regard for duty
Can find friend above,
No power thy pleasures can destroy,
While love or friendship lives,
And will ask no purer Joy
Than this remembrance gives.