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In the midst, &c.

I the midst of our happiness, love,

Why thus turn away with a sigh?

Is‘t the fear lest inconstant I prove,

That bids the tear gush in that eye?

Believe me, that fear is all vain,

For o'er the whole world should I wander,

I never could love so again, I should ne'er find a maid that was fonder.