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 A /)RAtATIC ODB, Thu,  same doom,we beth bestow; Peace he cannot, shall not know ! Neyer shalt thou find a hein, Heart and soul with thine Yet to love shll ever be Thy nature's otron necessit To love, till all thy soul is own One thotght ofwht thou 1o'st alo-e.; And tl, the aagubh thou shalt prove; Ne'er to be 1ov'd, e thou dst love, This mt thou/eel, yet strive to che Thy spirit with the fond deceit, That others/an with thee combine, And love thee with a 1ov like thine; Then, from the dream.reluctt stm% In utter hopelessness of heart, And know they are not, as thou art, Still shall thy breast in secret boil, Tly thoughts upon themselves recoil, Driv'n back by words that answer not To all, thy depth of feeling sought; By looks, that ne'er .to thine reply, Nor send, in lightning thro' the eye, 19

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