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Ah, love, forget me if I e'er forget
The morn when first thy dewy lips touched mine !
And mingled kisses that were draughts divine
When in thy tender eyes that light I saw
O joy supreme !
Dear love, thine eyes are like an open book,
So many wonders have I read therein,
So many secrets learned that none can know,
Till stealthy hand of Death shall touch my heart,
By gazing in thine eyes, some magic art
Nay, I think my heart is whole;
From thy hapless lover!
(ON HIS SECOND RETURN FROM AFRICA.)
DEAR friend, while you across the mighty fields
My heart went with you, and my love still yields
'Tis fixed and guided by Eternal hands;
It shines upon him now in lonely lands;
In dream or vigil, and in peace or war,
He has the comfort of that guiding star!
Why were you dowered thus, when you were born,
'Twas destiny. We call it Providence. You call it so.
In one fine mood intense,