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I think of thee at early morn,
And dream of thee at night,—
A day-star set within my soul,
For ever pure and bright.
And dream of thee at night,—
A day-star set within my soul,
For ever pure and bright.
All other hopes may fade away,—
Life's earliest dreams depart,—
But thou are graved on memory,
Enshrined within my heart.
Life's earliest dreams depart,—
But thou are graved on memory,
Enshrined within my heart.
