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Linger, oh, gentle Time,

Linger, oh, radiant grace of bright To-day!

Let not the hours’ chime

Call thee away,

But linger near me still with fond delay.

Linger, for thou art mine!

What dearer treasures can the future hold?

What sweeter flowers than thine

Can she unfold?

What secrets tell my heart thou hast not told?

Oh, linger in thy flight!

For shadows gather round, and should we part,

A dreary starless night

May fill my heart, —

Then pause and linger yet ere thou depart.

Linger, I ask no more, —