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The Parting Wreath. — To Henrietta. 
Thou art going, and I feel 
A sadness o’er me steal, 
My proud heart would conceal, 
Amid its treasured blessings, deep, sacred and un¬ 
told, — 
But, gentle friend, and best, 
I cannot bear the test; 
It will not be represt; 
So the cherished grief to thee I cannot but unfold. 
It rarely hath been mine, 
The mystic wreath to twine, 
On Love or Friendship’s shrine. 
