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Oh cast thou not Affection from thee! In this bitter world Hold to thy heart that only treasure fast; Watch—guard it—suffer not a breath to dim The bright gem's purity!

thou hast crushed a flower, The root may not be blighted; If thou hast quenched a lamp, Once more it may be lighted : But on thy harp or on thy lute, The string which thou hast broken, Shall never in sweet sound again Give to thy touch a token!