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Rh 'Yet I will swear, no saint on high

A truer faith could prove;

No angel from that holy sky

Could give thee purer love.

'For thee thro' never-ending years

I'd suffer endless pain;

But only give me back my tears,

Return my love again!'

Many a time, unheeded, thus

The reckless man would pray;

But something woke an answering flush

On his lady's brow to-day;

And her eye flashed flame, as she turned to speak

In concord with her reddening cheek.

'I've known a hundred kinds of love;

All made the loved one rue;

And what is thine that it should prove

Than other love, more true?

'Listen! I've known a burning heart,

To which my own was given;

Nay, not with passion, do not start,

Our love was love from heaven:

At least if heavenly love be born

In the pure light of childhood's morn,

Long ere the poison-tainted air

From this world's plague—few rises there;