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In love, in friendship, and in war, I feel My bosom swell in wild tumultuous bliss. Enjoy the present. Happiness like thine Falls seldom to the lot of man. Alas! Perchance even thou art standing on the brink Of some deep precipice, the dark abyss Concealed by smiling flowers, With a friend So true as Julian, a mistress so beloved, So faithful, fond, as Veronica, I Can fear no evil, save the stroke of death; Nought else can sever hearts so closely joined. Has Veronica then received your vows Since your return from Tunis? On the wings Of love she flew to meet me ere I reached