MIDNIGHT.
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And thro' this midnight breaks the sun
Of sixty years away,
The light of days when life begun,
The days that seem to-day,
Of sixty years away,
The light of days when life begun,
The days that seem to-day,
When all my griefs were shared with thee,
As all my hopes were thine—
As all thou wert was one with me,
May all thou art be mine!
As all my hopes were thine—
As all thou wert was one with me,
May all thou art be mine!
