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I wonder if this cool, sweet breeze
Hath touched thy lips and fanned thy brow;
For all my spirit hears and sees
Recalls thee to my memory now;
For every hour we breathe apart
Will but increase, if that can be,
The love, that fills this mournful heart
Already filled so full of thee;
Yet many a tear these eyes must weep,
And many a sin must be forgiven,
Ere these pale lids shall sink to sleep—
Ere thou and I shall meet in heaven.