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Rh he, who adores thee, has left but the name
 * Of his fault and his sorrows behind,

Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame
 * Of a life that for thee was resigned!

Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn,
 * Thy tears shall efface their decree;

For, heaven can witness, though guilty to them,
 * I have been but too faithful to thee!

With thee were the dreams of my earliest love;
 * Every thought of my reason was thine:

In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above,
 * Thy name shall be mingled with mine!

Oh! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live
 * The days of thy glory to see;

But the next dearest blessing that heaven can give
 * Is the pride of thus dying for thee!