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This hour will pass—all passes,
    On this life's fleeting scene;
But still the future glasses
    All that the past has been.
This hour will pass, not perish,
    From the heart which now it stirs;
For memory will cherish
    The sweetest which was hers.

When silence has been broken
    By a joy hope could not reach,
And words of love have spoken
    Their first and softest speech.
Forgotten!—never—never—
    They will soothe all after pain,
And life's loveliest things will ever
    Bring back that hour again.