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 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. LOVE. Or all, this fleeting life imparts, For this--for this, alone, I sigh, To build myself, in gentle hearts, A shrine of lasting memory; Where Love his sacred vows shall pay, Hourly, throughout long absent years; And Piety, sweet seraph, lay Her warmest incense, and her tears. Bring every costly gem, that shines In earth's dark caves, or ocean's hall; Heap all the gold of Indian mines, One grain of love outweighs it all. Not such as mortals blush to own, Not, vain romance, thy sickly flame,' But such as springs from Him, alon, Who deigns to bear that loveliest name. ......... Google

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