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- I sit, this evening, far away,
From all I used to know,
And nought reminds my soul to-day
Of happy long ago.
- I'll thank thee when approaching death
Would quench life's feeble ember,
For thou wouldst even renew my breath
With thy sweet word 'Remember'!