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 Crumble like stone! my voice no longer Shall wail their names, who silent be: There is a voice that soundeth stronger— 'My daughter, give thine heart to me.'

Lord! take mine heart! Oh first and fairest, Whom all creation's ends shall hear; Who deathless love in death declarest! None else is beauteous—famous—dear!