And is it true? Oh joy extreme!
All whom I loved, and thought them dead,
Far down in Lethe’s flowing stream,
And, with them, life’s best pleasures fled: 120
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Yes, many a tear for them I shed—
Tears that relieve the anxious breast;
And now, by heavenly favour led,
We meet—and One, the fairest, best,
Among them—ever-welcome guest,