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A BLIGHTED LIFE. 



I never thought when first we met, 

 That we should part to meet no more, 



That nothing but a wild regret 



Would mark those happy days of yore. 



I wonder in our after life, 



If we shall meet to comprehend 



How weary was the world of strife, 

 When I lay waiting for the end. 



I wonder if the silent prayer, 



That I have uttered night by night, 



Has brought you freedom from despair, 

 And filled your soul with heavenly light. 



For though you did not care to know 

 The still sad story of my love, 



I may have brought a brighter glow 

 Upon your path from heaven above. 



When at the point of death I lay. 

 They told me I could never wed, 



I watched the slow departing day, 

 And longed to join the silent dead. 



