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Yet o'er the land still blooms that wondrous glow, Still

shine the topmost peaks, and down below The vale is full of light, And gloomy night Cometh not yet.

And, dear, we part ;

Yet while thine image holds its constant sway, Kindling my inmost soul, atilt shines Love's day ; Stronger than Death is Love,—

From Heaven above