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| THERE was an eye whose partial glance | |
| Could ne’er my numerous failings see; | |
| There was an ear that heard untired | |
| When others spoke in praise of me. | |
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| There was a heart time only taught | 5 |
| With warmer love for me to burn; | |
| A heart whene’er from home I roved | |
| Which fondly pined for my return. | |
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| There was a lip which always breathed | |
| E’en short farewells in tones of sadness; | 10 |
| There was a voice whose eager sound | |
| My welcome spoke with heartfelt gladness. | |
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| There was a mind whose vigorous power | |
| On mine its own effulgence threw, | |
| And called my humble talents forth, | 15 |
| While thence its dearest joys it drew. | |
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| There was a love which for my weal | |
| With anxious fears would overflow; | |
| Which wept, which pray’d for me, and sought | |
| From future ills to guard—But now!— | 20 |
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| That eye is closed, and deaf that ear, | |
| That lip and voice are mute for ever; | |
| And cold that heart of anxious love, | |
| Which Death alone from mine could sever: | |
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| And lost to me that ardent mind, | 25 |
| Which loved my various tasks to see; | |
| And oh! of all the praise I gain’d | |
| His was the dearest far to me! | |
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| Now I unloved, uncheered, alone, | |
| Life’s weary wilderness must tread, | 30 |
| Till He who heals the broken heart | |
| In mercy bids me join the dead. | |
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