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TO ———.
'T is printed on each tinted flower, 't is mirrored on the stream. Your voice is ever murmuring reproaches on the air.
Upbraidings for that bitter time when I, in angry pride, Threw back upon your breaking heart its faith, and love, and trust;When at my feet they trembled once in agony and died, And all your dearest, brightest hopes lay crumbling into dust.But, by the anguish I have known since that unhappy hour, By all the dreaded years to come while we apart must live,By all the glory of our love in its supremest power, And by its deathless memory, I know you will forgive.
