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Farewell, farewell! I go, I go;
We will not meet again below,
      My only love;
But when thy pilgrimage is past,
Shall we not, dearest, meet at last
      In heaven above?


LINES WRITTEN ON RECOVERING FROM SICKNESS.
To Thee, oh God, I raise the prayer
Of gratitude and love,
Who bore me up when dark despair
O'ershadowed all above.

To Thee alone I give the praise
For my returning strength;
Oh, lead me henceforth in thy ways,
And to thy heaven at length.

Oh, break the chain of binding sin
That keeps me from thy love;
And cleanse me from my guilt within,
And place each hope above.

Permit the light of heavenly grace
To guard me lest I stray;
While through this lovely earth I trace
My solitary way.