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"Oh! fondly, fervently, those two had loved, Had mingled minds in Love's own perfect trust: Had watched bright sunsets, dreamt of blissful years; And thus they met.

", with your torches, haste! make firelight round!" —They speed, they press—what hath the miner found? Relic or treasure, giant sword of old? Gems bedded deep, rich veins of burning gold? —Not so—the dead, the dead! An awe-struck band, In silence gathering round the silent stand,