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PARTING WORDS.
No;—as the brook is flowing,
With sunshine at its side,
While fair wild flowers are growing,
Leant lovely o'er the tide;
So linked with many a treasure
Of nature and of spring,
With all that gives thee pleasure,
My heart to thine shall cling.
The rose shall be enchanted
To breathe of love to thee;
All fair things shall be haunted
With vows of faith from me.
The west wind shall secure thee
My tidings from the main;
But, most of all, assure thee
How soon we meet again.
