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Clasp me a little longer, on the brink Of fate! while I can feel thy dear caress: And when this heart hath ceased to beat, oh! think— And let it mitigate thy woe's excess— That thou to me hast been all tenderness, And friend, to more than human friendship just. Oh! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs, when I am laid in dust. Gertrude of Wyoming.

voice is in mine ear, beloved! Thy look is in my heart,