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As are our hearts, our way is one, And cannot be divided. Strong affection Contends with all things, and o'ercometh all things. Will I not live with thee? will I not cheer thee? Wouldst thou be lonely then? wouldst thou be sad?

", sweet Sister! let me weep awhile!   Bear with me—give the sudden passion way! Thoughts of our own lost home, our sunny isle,    Come, as a wind that o'er a reed hath sway; Till my heart dies with yearnings and sick fears;— Oh! could my life melt from me in these tears!