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All the joys that bless thee,
Sweeter far may be;
But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,
Oh! then remember me.
When at eve'thou rovest,
By the star thou lovest,
Oh! then remember me:
Think when home returning,
Bright we've seen it burning,
Oh! thus remember me,
Oft, as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes,
On its ling'ring roses,
Once so lov'd by thee;
Think on her who wove, them
Her who made thee love them,
Oh! then remember me.
When around thee, dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,
Oh! then remember me.
And at night when gazing,
On the gay hearth blazing,
Oh! still remember me.
