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Wild mist over,
O for earthly treasure yet one glance! In vain!
And the grave gives never back again.
From the German
With saddened heart I bid adieu,
Still hoping peace may dwell with you.
I take my leave with troubled mind;
I'll think of those I left behind.
So fare thee well, oh lady mine;
My path from thine afar off lies;
Nor doubt the love that never dies.
Sleep sweetly through the dewy night
Until a better morning break;
The morn thine eyes alone can make.
If then I find no change in thee,
For thou art all the world to me.
UNIV. OF AMIC!,0AA,
OCT 26 1914