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Through the long days and years
    What will my loved one be,
        Parted from me?
Through the long days and years.

Always as then she was
    Loveliest, brightest, best,
        Blessing and blest,—
Always as then she was.

Never on earth again
    Shall I before her stand,
        Touch lip or hand,—
Never on earth again.

But while my darling lives
    Peaceful I journey on,
        Not quite alone,
Not while my darling lives.