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That yet my bosom with light can fill,
Unquenched, and undim'd by death.
"From the pictured smile I will not turn,
Though sadly now it shine;
Nor quit the shades that in whispers mourn
For the step once link'd with mine;
"Nor shut mine ear to the song of old,
Though its notes the pang renew.
—Such memories deep in my heart I hold,
To keep it pure and true.
"By the holy instinct of my heart,
By the hope that bears me on,
I have still my own undying part
In the deep affection gone.
"By the presence that about me seems
Through night and day to dwell,
Voice of vain bodings and fearful dreams!
—I have breathed no last farewell!"
