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THROUGH ITS LONG NIGHT OF GLOOM
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I was a child when we met,
And young when thy spirit fled,
The bitter soul-drops gush'd
When they told me thou wast dead.
Seldom until that hour
Had grief won a tear from me;
And few have I shed since then
That did not flow for thee.
And young when thy spirit fled,
The bitter soul-drops gush'd
When they told me thou wast dead.
Seldom until that hour
Had grief won a tear from me;
And few have I shed since then
That did not flow for thee.
I never breathe thy name,
Though none be round to hear;
I dare not trust the air
With the sound that was once so dear.
Few know that I ever loved,
None deem I love thee now;
Oh that thou still wert here,
Or I were cold as thou!
Though none be round to hear;
I dare not trust the air
With the sound that was once so dear.
Few know that I ever loved,
None deem I love thee now;
Oh that thou still wert here,
Or I were cold as thou!