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    Instead of men and women, years ago,

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    t come--to be,

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    My soul isfaction of all s:

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    My oed me

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    And, in bet ts, blown

    A life-breatill the forehead hopefully

    S again, as all the angels see,

    Before thy saving kiss ! My own, my own,

    to me whe world was gone,

    And I whee !

    I find trong, and glad.

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    Looks backedious time he had

    In th bosom-swell,

    Make ness, he good and bad,

    t Love, as strong as Deatrieves as well.

    My letters ! all dead paper, mute and we !

    And yet they seem alive and quivering

    Against my tremulous ring

    And let to-night.

    to

    Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring

    to come and touching,

    Yet I  for it !--t . . .

    Said, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed

    As if Gods future t.

    ts ink has paled

    it my  t beat too fast.

    And thy words have ill availed

    If,  at last !

    I ts do twine and bud

    About t a tree,

    Put out broad leaves