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66 Such love as you plead,

Is pure love, indeed,

For it only consists in the word.

THE CORNELIAN.

1.

specious splendour of this stone

Endears it to my memory ever;

With lustre only once it shone,

And blushes modest as the giver.

2.

Some, who can sneer at friendship's ties,

Have, for my weakness, oft reprov'd me;

Yet still the simple gift I prize,

For I am sure, the giver lov'd me.

3.

He offer'd it with downcast look,

As fearful that I might refuse it;

I told him, when the gift I took,

My only fear should be, to lose it.