A Modern Lover.
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What may be holds a thrill, dear, and gold cannot purchase thrills,
So better a shadow of good than the possible good of ills.
So better a shadow of good than the possible good of ills.
Bid Me Farewell and Smile.
Coriolanus, Act IV., Scene I.
Bid me farewell and smile, though I be gone,
Still shall the pulses of your life beat on,
Still shall your days be studded free
With opening doors of opportunity.
Tears should not dim our vision, nor defile
Our severing paths. Bid me farewell and smile.
Still shall the pulses of your life beat on,
Still shall your days be studded free
With opening doors of opportunity.
Tears should not dim our vision, nor defile
Our severing paths. Bid me farewell and smile.
Bid me farewell and smile, my spirit feels
The tremor of your own, and reverent kneels
Beneath its benediction, and it shall not quail
At this, the body's severance, nor faint, and fail.
How can Death fright us, or time touch us while
Love lives? Dear Heart! look up, bid me farewell and smile.
The tremor of your own, and reverent kneels
Beneath its benediction, and it shall not quail
At this, the body's severance, nor faint, and fail.
How can Death fright us, or time touch us while
Love lives? Dear Heart! look up, bid me farewell and smile.
