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...heart has revealings of theeand thy home, In many a token and sign !— I never look up, with a vow, to the sky, But a light like thy beauty is there,...prayer ! And though — like a mourner that sits by » tomb — I am wrapped in a mantle of care, Yet the grief of my bosom — oh ! call it not gloom...

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...has been dim, Ere again it may gaze upon thine ; In many a token and sign. I never look up with a vow to the sky, But a light like thy beauty is there —...spirit in prayer. And though, like a mourner that site by a tomb, I am wrapp'd in a mantle of care — »m — Yet the grief of my bosom — oh, call...

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...my heart has revealings of thee and thy home, In many a token and sign. I never look up with a vow to the sky, But a light like thy beauty is there —...And though like a mourner that sits by a tomb, I am wrapp'd in a mantle of сагe — Yet the grief of my bosom — oh, call it not gloom. Is not the...

...home, In many a token and sign. I never look up with a vow to the sky, But a light like thy heautv is there — And I hear a low murmur like thine in...my spirit in prayer. And though like a mourner that eits by a tomb, I am wrapp'd in a mantle of care — Yet the grief of my bosom — oh, call it not...

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...a land where they do not forget; That sheds over memory only repose, And takes from it only regret. And though, like a mourner that sits by a tomb, I am wrapt in a mantle of care ; Yet the grief of my bosom—Oh call it not gloom— Is not the black grief...