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And if

     Sometimes in the haunts of men,

     Thine image from my breast may fade

     The lonely hour presents again

     The semblance of thy loving shade

     And now that sad and silent hour

     Thus much of thee can still restore

     And sorrow unobserved may pour

     The plaint she dare not speak before

                        ---

     Oh pardon that in crowds awhile

     I waste one throught - I owe to thee

     And self condemned appear to smile

     Unfaithful to thy memory

     Nor deem that memory less dear

     That then I seem not to repine

     I would not fools should overhear

     One sigh that should be whooly thine

no my darling - I waste one thought I owe you

never my life and darling never - my

respects to Father - mother - sister Helen - and

Love to yourself from yours

               Affectionately

                           Richard

P.S.

    Direct as before