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Hence is it that my bleeding heart ne'er heals.

In early youth, when first my soul, in love,

Held father, mother, brethren fondly twin'd,

A group of tender germs, in union sweet,

We sprang in beauty from the parent stem,

And heavenward grew; alas, a foreign curse

Then seized and sever'd me from those I loved,

And wrench'd with iron grasp the beauteous bands

It vanish'd then, the fairest charm of youth,

The simple gladness of life's early dawn;

Though sav'd I was a shadow of myself,

And life's fresh joyance blooms in me no more.