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Keep, keep the gem, that I still may trust, Tho' my heart's wealth be but pour'd on dust! Let not a doubt in my soul have place, To dim the light of a lov'd one's face; Leave to the earth its warm sunny smile— That glory would pass could I look on guile!

Say then what boon of my power shall be Favour'd of spirits! pour'd forth on thee? Thou scornest the treasures of wave and mine, Thou wilt not drink of the cup divine, Thou art fain with a mortal's lot to rest— Answer me! how may I grace it best?

Oh! give me no sway o'er the powers unseen, But a human heart where my own may lean! A friend, one tender and faithful friend, Whose thoughts' free current with mine may blend, And leaving not either on earth alone, Bid the bright calm close of our lives be one!