PRESAGE.
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"All undeserved it came. To-day
God takes it back again, because
Too beautiful a thing it was
For such as I to keep for aye."
God takes it back again, because
Too beautiful a thing it was
For such as I to keep for aye."
And ever, through the coming years,
My star, remote in happy skies,
Would seem more heavenly fair through eyes
Yet tremulous with unfallen tears.
My star, remote in happy skies,
Would seem more heavenly fair through eyes
Yet tremulous with unfallen tears.