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And when thy gaze may chance to dwell
On these light leaves, these youthful strains,
Oh, think of one who loves thee well,
And will, while ever life remains.

Yes; though again we soon must part,
Yet still, whate'er our lot may be,—
Remember, one unchanging heart,
Through shade and sunshine, glows for thee.

E.

August 6, 1835.