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TO THE ABSENT ONE.
I miss thee when the kindling east
Is flecked at early dawn with red;
And earth seems all a dreary waste,
For joy from my sad heart hath fled.
Is flecked at early dawn with red;
And earth seems all a dreary waste,
For joy from my sad heart hath fled.
I miss thee when the glowing day
Hath shed her light on hill and glen,
And when I feel its genial ray,
How much, dear child, I miss thee then.
Hath shed her light on hill and glen,
And when I feel its genial ray,
How much, dear child, I miss thee then.
I miss thee in the twilight shade,
When wandering through the meadow fair,
And breathe thy name through every glade,
But all in vain—thou art not there.
When wandering through the meadow fair,
And breathe thy name through every glade,
But all in vain—thou art not there.
THE STAR OF FRIENDSHIP.
When dark despair was gathering round,
And friends had coldly all departed;
Hope sickened in the gloom profound,
And left me sad and broken hearted.
And friends had coldly all departed;
Hope sickened in the gloom profound,
And left me sad and broken hearted.
But Friendship's star arose, and shed
Its smiling beams across my way;
Once more I raised my drooping head,
And warmly hailed its kindling ray.
Its smiling beams across my way;
Once more I raised my drooping head,
And warmly hailed its kindling ray.
