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 TO ELIZA. 



Those gentle feelings never can depart 



Waked by thy timid words of love which fell, 

 Like a low sound of music, on my heart 



Where, treasured with its dearest thoughts, they dwell. 

 'Twas like a dream, too exquisite to last. 



To think a kindred soul was linked to mine, 

 To feel that with my future lot was cast 



A spirit so affectionate as thine : 

 It was a sacred joy to think, when time 



Had swept youth's flush and fairy scenes away, 

 That each, though spoiled of life's endearing prime, 



Might on the other's fondness find ja stay, 

 While winged Memory, many a time, -would hie 

 Back to the visions of our days gone by. 



Years have flown on — our cherished dreams have faded, 



Like sunset loveliness before the night. 

 And yet Affection dwells with us unshaded 



Pouring on either heart its tender light ; 

 Companion Pilgrim ! in the world's wide way 



Though on our path the beautiful may die, 

 And Gladness from its time of birth decay, 



And Joy's caress be mingled with a sigh ; 

 Though, on our devious road, enduring care 



May seldom meet the sunshine of a smile, 

 A cheering sound of hope or friendly prayer, 



Yet shall we never want a solace while 

 Each has the other's heart to rest upon — 

 In sorrow or in joy — Beloved One ! 



Franz. 



Printed and Published hy G. Hearder, Buckivell Street, Plymouth. 



