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TO A FRIEND AT PARTING.
Think of me—when?
Just at the gentle twilight hour,
When the dew is falling on leaf and flower,
When birds to their quiet nests have gone,
And the summer night comes softly on,
Think of me then.
Think of me—when?
As thou art roving through pleasant glades,
Or wandering 'mid the deep forest shades,
Gazing on flower, and field, and tree,
Let thy thoughts turn for awhile to me—
Think of me then.
As thou art roving through pleasant glades,
Or wandering 'mid the deep forest shades,
Gazing on flower, and field, and tree,
Let thy thoughts turn for awhile to me—
Think of me then.
