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 the youth exclaimed. In all the tortures of a mind inflamed Almost to madness--"by that sacred Heaven, "Where yet, if prayers can move, thou'lt be forgiven, "As thou art here--here, in this writhing heart, "All sinful, wild, and ruined as thou art! "By the remembrance of our once pure love, "Which like a church-yard light still burns above "The grave of our lost souls--which guilt in thee "Cannot extinguish nor despair in me! "I do conjure, implore thee to fly hence-- "If thou hast yet one spark of innocence, "Fly with me from this place"-- "With thee! oh bliss! "'Tis worth whole years of torment to hear this. "What! take the lost one with thee?--let her rove "By thy dear side, as in those days of love, "When we were both so happy, both so pure-- "Too heavenly dream! if there's on earth a cure "For the sunk heart, 'tis this--day after day "To be the blest companion of thy way; "