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Rh Not even to keep your priceless love,

Dare I, Beloved, deceive;

This treason should the future prove,

Then, only then, believe!

I know the path I ought to go;

I follow fearlessly,

Inquiring not what deeper woe

Stern duty stores for me.

So foes pursue, and cold allies

Mistrust me, every one:

Let me be false in others' eyes,

If faithful in my own.

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THE STUDENT'S SERENADE.

slept upon my couch,

But my spirit did not rest,

For the labours of the day

Yet my weary soul opprest;