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THE LAST INTERVIEW.

Here, in this lonely bower where first I won thee,
 I come, beloved, beneath the moon's pale ray,
To gaze, once more, through struggling tears upon thee,
 And then to bear my broken heart away;
I dare not linger near thee as a brother,
 I feel my burning heart would still be thine;
How could I hope my passionate thoughts to smother;
While yielding all the sweetness to another,
      That should be mine!

But fate hath willed it; the decree is spoken;
 Now life may lengthen out its weary chain;
For, reft of thee, its loveliest links are broken;
 May we but clasp them all in Heaven again!
Yes, thou wilt there be mine; in yon blue heaven
 There are sweet meetings of the pure and fond;
O joys unspeakable to such are given,
When the sweet ties of love, that here are riven,
      Unite beyond.

A glorious charm from Heaven thou dost inherit;
 The gift of angels unto thee belongs;