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A YEAR AGO.

Or despair for you alway ? ...

Could I clasp your hand again! ...

Nameless grave has love that's dead!

On that low mound, stain'd with tears,

Falls no light but memory's, shed

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Thro' the darkening mists of years. ...

But I see you standing there,

Like the ghost of love arisen,

And to your soul mine in prison

Breathes a sigh that seems a prayer!

Did no shadow fall across

Paths of old together trod?

Still the winds the white wheat toss,

Still the sun-lit golden-rod

Blooms - and love is gone. ... To you

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