Ah! “cast the shadow” from thy heart, and mine shall glow with thine
In purer flames, whose fairy gleams in rainbow beauty shine,
Its thoughts of thee shall brighten then though all around be sad,
Its every dream of thee be sweet—its every vision glad—
UNHAPPY LOVE.
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BY GEO. D. PRENTICE.
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’Tis vain, ’tis vain, these idle tears!