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My beloved, The hour of my departure is at hand, Oh, arm thy gentle bosom to endure The dreaded moment; would thy faithful heart Could learn a lesson of forgetfulness! The sight of thy keen agony alone Will bind me to this earth. My Geraldi, I can endure an age of misery, If I have hope that we shall meet in Heaven, And love as we have loved on earth; my soul, I do conjure thee, tell me, dost thou think It will be so? So near my death, my tongue Dares not equivocate, though to mislead Thy spirit with a false belief, would spare, Thy tender heart a pang, and give me joy