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Hang o'er thy couch, relume thy grief-dulled eye With the revivifying influence Of faithful love. Oh, there are human breasts So constant, so munificent, so blest With god-like attributes, that, for their sakes, Heaven withholds its fires from sinful men.

Should, by misfortune's blighting touch, my form Be so much altered, that a single trace Of former beauty doth not live, to wake Remembrance in the breast; the silv'ry sound, The music of my voice, be changed to harsh And grating discord, dost thou, dost thou think Those who have loved me in my former pride, Will gaze with kindness now? If thou hast proof That love existed strong, unsullied— Yes, Oh yes, disinterested, passionate,