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THEY BID ME FORGET THEE.

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THEY BID ME FORGET THEE. BY THE HON. MRS. NORTON. They bid me forget thee-they tell me that now The grave damp is staining that beautiful brow; They" say that the sound of thy gay laugh is o'er- Alas: shall I hear its sweet laugh no more! I cannot forget thee-thy smile haunts me yet, And thy deep, earnest eye, bright as when we first met; Thy gay laugh returns in the silence of sleep, And 1 start from my slumbers to listen and weep. The spring of the desert in darkness flows on, When the hand that has sealed its pure waters is gone; And the eyes of the stranger in vain seek to know Where the Arab's bright fountain is sparkling below! So this fond heart has closed o'er the source of its tea.rs- O'er the love it has lived on-yet hidden for years !— Thou art gone and another's rude hand shall in vain Seek to bring that choked fountain to daylight again. I CANNOT FORGET THEE. 1 cannot forget thee-the struggle is vain. Thy image will come in its freshness again; To bring back the past with its hopes and its fear*, Its joys and its sorrows, its sunshine and tean, I love thee, I love thee-I cannot resign The fond hope that whispers thou yet wilt be mine; At morning, at evening, in dream thou art near, And accents I loved sweetly fall on my ear, Let fate do her worst, she never can efface From my mind or my heart thy name or thy place The cold world in vain our union would sever Thou art my beloved, thou art mine, and for ever

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