For thou mayst live the hour forlorn
When thou wilt ask to die with her.
Pray for her at eve and morn!
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(FROM TYLNEY HALL.)
Still glides the gentle streamlet on,
With shifting current new and strange;
The water that was here is gone,
But those green shadows do not change.
Serene, or ruffled by the storm,