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HERVEY TO NINA.—miss bremer.
Divided in our lives, and yet twin-hearted!
Our sad first parents shared a happier fate;
When, from Love's Eden, dearest, we departed,
'T was ours to sever at the outer gate.
Divided in our lives, and yet twin-hearted!
Our sad first parents shared a happier fate;
When, from Love's Eden, dearest, we departed,
'T was ours to sever at the outer gate.
Ah! yet I know, whatever path thou 'rt tracing,
Thy tearful eye is sometimes backward cast;
Thou art not coldly from thy heart effacing
The thrilling story of our blissful past,—
Thy tearful eye is sometimes backward cast;
Thou art not coldly from thy heart effacing
The thrilling story of our blissful past,—
When life was like a sunset's glories blended
With all the waking splendors of the morn,
And when, dear love, if some light showers descended
It seemed 't was but that rainbows might be born
With all the waking splendors of the morn,
And when, dear love, if some light showers descended
It seemed 't was but that rainbows might be born
