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Exhibitions:

Upon Thy Absence

How sour hath Thy absence been,
The vice of these last fleeting days.
A short time ‘twas that I’ve Thee seen,
Though I longer wished to stay.

Alas My Love I saw Thee not,
Walking these commoted halls.
Though now for me they are but wrought
Of superficial empty walls.

Yet one thing I look forward to,
And thus the thought now comforts me,
That I shall meet with Thee, ‘tis true,
And in Thy eyes the love I’ll see.

For through Thy actions Thy love shows
And in Thy lips Thy sweet scent lies.
Thus Thee hath upon me bestowed,
The Love that lingers in Thy eyes.