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Thou ling'ring star, with lessening ray, / That lov'st to greet the early morn, / Again thou usher'st in the day / My Mary from my soul was torn. / O Mary! dear departed shade! / Where is thy place of blissful rest? / See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? / Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
That sacred hour can I forget, / Can I forget the hallow'd grove, / Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, / To live one day of parting love! / Eternity will not efface / Those records dear of transports past, / Thy image at our last embrace, / Ah! little thought we 'twas our last!