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'Tis well: I am revenged at last,— Mark you that scornful cheek,— The eye averted as you pass'd,   Spoke more than words could speak.

Ay, now by all the bitter tears That I have shed for thee,— The racking doubts, the burning fears,— Avenged they well may be—

By the nights pass'd in sleepless care, The days of endless woe; All that you taught my heart to bear, All that yourself will know.