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O Thou, who wert on earth unknown, Companion of my thought alone. Unchanged in heaven to me thou art, Still hold communion with my heart ; Cheer thou my hopes, exalt my views, Be the good angel of my Muse ; — And if to thine approving ear My plaintive numbers once were dear; If, falling round thy dying hours. Like evening dews on closing flowers, They sooth'd thy pains, and through thy soul With melancholy sweetness stole,
HEAR ME : When slumber from mine eyes,
That roll in irksome darkness, flies ;
When the lorn spectre of unrest
At conscious midnight haunts my breast ;
When former joys and present woes,
And future fears are all my foes ;
Spirit of my departed friend!
Calm through the troubled gloom descend.
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