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THE FAREw ELL.
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 Farewell for have schooled a,y heart At last to say farewell 10 thee Now can bear 10 look on death- Its bitterness is past to ne. There was time should have wept To look uPaH my altered brow The lEp, whence red and smile are fed But am glad 10 see them now The faded brow, the paliid lip.

 Proclaim what soon my laie will be: Ard welcome is their tale of dcsth. Fog have said farewell to thee Whence ftst we met, saw thee all A girt's imagining could feiga did not dream q loving thee,

 Ssill less of being loved again. felt it net, til round my heart Link after link the chain was wose Thea burst at once upua my brain The EaddeniRg thoaghl-I love ] love We ii,ea were parting. others wert. Bsat let not one tear drop fall; And when each kind farewell was said. Mine was the coldest of them all. But mine the ear that strained to bear Thy latest step; and mine the eye That watched thy distant shape, when none Bat me its shadow could desery. And when the circle in its mirth

 Had quite forgot farewell and thee. wentto my own room and wept The tears would not let them see. And time passed oa; but aot with time Dad thought of thee and thine depart; The lesson of forectfulaess

 Was what coald not teach my heart. We met again. and womaas pride NeFyed me 10 what had 10 bear And would Hot, though my heart had broke, Have let thee find thine image fhege. left thine eyes gazing on mine; iel, my hand within thine hold; heard my name breathed by thy voice, And was eslan, and was cold. And then heard yon had bride know not how, know not when For still my brain swims round to think On all, all that l suffered thenl knew the day, the very hour, That you were wed, and heard your vow l heard lhe wedding beils-oh. God. Mine ears rinx with them even now l may not say that you were false, 1 never had one VOW Irom thee, Bat have often seen thine eye Look as t loved to look on me And when you spoke to me. your voice Would always take softer turn: And surely that last night your cheek Was almost palli4 ss ny own. But this Is worse than vaia--Farewell, Of heaven now oHly crave For fhee of all iife's happiness, And for myself an early grave.

 London Lateya's Messenger.