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Beholds with fond regret the parting light Sink far away, beneath the dark'ning tide, And leave him to long months of dreary night; Yet knows, that springing from the eastern wave The fun's glad beams shall re-illume his way, And from the snows secur'd within his cave He waits inpatient hope returning day. Not so the sufferer feels, who, o'er the waste Of joyless life, is destin'd to deplore Fond love forgotten, tender friendship past, Which, once extingiush'd, can revive no more! O'er the blank void he looks with hopeless pain; For him those beams of heaven shall never shine again. |
