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The soul of childhood's purity
And peace might turn again.
A ball swept forth-'twas guided well—-
Heart unto heart those brothers fell.

Happy, yes, happy thus they go!
Bearing from earth away
Affections, gifted ne'er to know
A shadow-a decay,

A passing touch of change or chill,

A breath of aught whose breath can kill.

And they, between whose sever'd souls,
Once in close union tied,

A gulf is set, a current rolls

For ever to divide,

Well may they envy such a lot,

Whose hearts yearn on--but mingle not.


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