Chapter III

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Alas! we parted: what a bitter sorrow
Clings to the memory of our last embrace!
No joy to-day, no promise of to-morrow,
No idol image, shall usurp thy place:
For thee my holiest hope is upward given--
My love for thee is with my love for Heav'n,
A dedication of my heart to thine,
With God to smile on both, and consecrate the shrine.