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The being she worshipped, as angels adore,—
The bird she had nestled so close to her heart,—
That one ! O, no other can ever restore
The joy of her Eden, — from him she must part!

She must strive to forget him; and never again
Send a dove to the world with the hope of return;—
She must close every portal, but sighing and pain
In a bosom that sorrow can never unlearn!