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TO MY HUSBAND.
When that last change that comes to all
Shall o'er my features spread;
When from my eyes life's light fades out,
And from my cheeks the red;
When o'er the heart that once beat warm
The pulseless hands you fold,
Oh, kiss my faded lips, beloved,
Albeit they are cold!
For since the time when our two lives
Together blent in one,
Like streams that from two different springs
Flow singing into one,
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