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first throb of love this fond heart ever knew,
 * Was implanted, dear Mary, by thee,

And time serves to shew me how lasting and true
 * That first love, dear Mary, shall be.

Tho' distance may part us, thy memory still
 * I'll treasure, as miser his gold!

Nor e'er for a moment forget thee, until
 * This now beating heart shall be cold.

Whatever awaits me, through life's changing scene;
 * Wherever on earth I may range,

My constant companion throughout will have been
 * A feeling that never could change.

And so will I love thee, unalter'd, till death
 * Shall bid me the passion resign,

One name, fondly whisper'd, shall claim my last breath,
 * And, Mary, that shall be !