TO ——.

TO ——.

We stand apart, yet still thy pictured faceI fondly press to this sad heart of mine—A vision pale, of happiest years a trace,My soul rejoices in this gift of thine.For, though to passions new I’m now resigned,That once-loved face I cannot cease to love;The shrine forsaken still retains the shrined;O’erthrown the image, yet God reigns above.

We stand apart, yet still thy pictured faceI fondly press to this sad heart of mine—A vision pale, of happiest years a trace,My soul rejoices in this gift of thine.For, though to passions new I’m now resigned,That once-loved face I cannot cease to love;The shrine forsaken still retains the shrined;O’erthrown the image, yet God reigns above.

We stand apart, yet still thy pictured faceI fondly press to this sad heart of mine—A vision pale, of happiest years a trace,My soul rejoices in this gift of thine.

We stand apart, yet still thy pictured face

I fondly press to this sad heart of mine—

A vision pale, of happiest years a trace,

My soul rejoices in this gift of thine.

For, though to passions new I’m now resigned,That once-loved face I cannot cease to love;The shrine forsaken still retains the shrined;O’erthrown the image, yet God reigns above.

For, though to passions new I’m now resigned,

That once-loved face I cannot cease to love;

The shrine forsaken still retains the shrined;

O’erthrown the image, yet God reigns above.

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