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Near thee, still near thee!—o'er thy path-way gliding,
Unseen I pass thee with the wind's low sigh;
Life's veil enfolds thee still, our eyes dividing,
Yet viewless love floats round thee silently!
Not midst the festal throng,
In halls of mirth and song;
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* This piece has been set to music of most impressive beauty by John Lodge, Esq., for whose compositions several of the author's songs were written.
