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When tears well up behind one’s eyes,
And wrenching sobs turn into sighs.
When longing bids to overtake-
One’s spirit, and to rake;
The very soul that lives within,
There comes the thought of what has been.
The love that was, that is, that will-
Stay with one now, till all is still.
And then, on high, one’s soul will ride-
Upon a cloud in heaven’s tide.
One doubts there is a sweeter thought-
Than joining thus which God hath wrought!! …