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But since His love departed,
 Mine eyes have failed with weeping,
My life is broken-hearted,
 Its light in darkness sleeping.
Better the grave's dominion
 Than thus forsaken flying,
And blessed deaths shadowy pinion
 To souls in anguish crying.

Behold the bird-mates greeting
 With fond and tender kisses,
Where hearts caress, and, meeting,
 Find Eden's purest blisses;
Their rest is fixed forever,
 Deep in the green boughs lying,
Where olive-branches quiver,
 And lilies sweet are sighing.

But I am lost and weary,
 No home for me remaining;
Among the cleft rocks dreary,
 With briers and thorns complaining.
My God forsakes the altar
 Whereon His anger burneth;
And where my weak steps falter,
 His wrath a whirlwind turneth.