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24 To you you my soul's affection move,

Devoutly, warmly, true;

My life has been a task of love,

One long, long thought of you.

If all your tender faith is o'er,

If still my truth you'll try,

Alas! I know but one proof more—

I'll bliss your name and die.

Beauty in tears.

FINIS.