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FRAGMENT.

thee! yes, yes! the storms that rend aside All other ties will but entwine my heart More closely, more devotedly to thine. Love thee!—but that I know how heavily Sorrow hath press'd thy generous spirit down, I should almost reproach thee for the doubt! I have no thought, that does not dwell on thee; No hope, in which thou minglest not; no wish, In which thou bearest no part; my orisons To heaven, begin and end with thy dear name: My fate is link'd with thine—I did not plight