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For ours was not like earthly love. / And must this parting be our very last? / No! I shall love thee still when death itself is past.
Hush'd were his Gertrude's lips! but still their bland / And beautiful expression seem'd to melt / With love that could not die! and still his hand / She presses to the heart, no more that felt. / Ah, heart! where once each fond affection dwelt. / CAMPBELL.