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223 My heart was full, I knew it not. Again we met, life's even flow Had gone, and how I scarcely know And in its place love's sweet flow He knew not that my heart strings beat For just the echo of his feet Did his heart beat? His soul reflected in his eyes The purest soul, as in the skies God made that soul, God made those eyes [[end page]] [[start page]] 224 Six months again we did not meet This time [[strikethrough]]it was[[/strikethrough]] my heart dropped at his feet Now life was life for we could meet Oh blessed hope, oh thrice blessed Fate He crosses now my path - is it too late? Will it be joy - will it be sorrow Fate? But Fate smiles on and never says a word Oh Fate is my petition heard? No answer comes, no little word [[line]]