  Life! I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part; And when, or how, or where we met, I own to me's a secret yet. Life! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear, Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time, Say not Good Night,—but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning. Anna LÆtitia Barbauld. |
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