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 Ere he could think she was indeed his own, Own darling maid whom he so long had known In joy and sorrow, beautiful in both; Who, even when grief was heaviest--when loath He left her for the wars--in that worst hour Sat in her sorrow like the sweet night-flower, When darkness brings its weeping glories out, And spreads its sighs like frankincense about.

"Look up, my ZELICA--one moment show "Those gentle eyes to me that I may know "Thy life, thy loveliness is not all gone, "But there at least shines as it ever shone. "Come, look upon thy AZIM--one dear glance, "Like those of old, were heaven! whatever chance "Hath brought thee here, oh, 'twas a blessed one! "There--my loved lips--they move--that kiss hath run "Like the first shoot of life thro' every vein, "And now I clasp her, mine, all mine again. "