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‡ BRIGHTLY HAST THOU FLED.
Brightly, brightly hast thou fled,
Ere one grief had bow'd thy head,
Brightly didst thou part!
With thy young thoughts pure from spot,
With thy fond love wasted not,
With thy bounding heart.
Ne'er by sorrow to be wet,
Calmly smiles thy pale cheek yet,
Ere with dust o'erspread:
Lilies ne'er by tempest blown,
White-rose which no stain hath known,
Be about thee shed!
