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by Unknown

For all the wild, unmitigated pain

Of those who, parting clasp hands with despair.”

“Who knows?” we say, but doubt and fear remain,

Would any choose to part thus unaware?

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NEXT YEAR.

HE lark is singing gaily in the meadow, the sun is rising o’er the dark blue hills;

But she is gone, the music of whose talking was sweeter than the voice of summer rills.

Sometimes I see the bluebells of the forest, and think of her blue eyes;