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60 With a face of healthy red; For if deadly were this smart In my heart, Ah, I then had long been dead!

 SPIRIT GREETING.

 TO A GOLDEN HEART HE WAS WEARING ON HIS NECK.

, of joy that died away, the token Which as yet I on my neck am wearing, Longer hold'st us twain, thou mental tie that's broken? Art thou the length of love's short days repairing? 