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Long was the prayer he uttered,
 Yet it seemed not so to me;
For in my heart I prayed with him,
 And still I thought of thee.

But now, alas! the place seems changed;
 Thou art no longer here:
Part of the sunshine of the scene
 With thee did disappear.

Though thoughts, deep-rooted in my heart,
 Like pine-trees dark and high,
Subdue the light of noon, and breathe
 A low and ceaseless sigh;

This memory brightens o'er the past,
 As when the sun, concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs,
 Shines on a distant field.