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And now what pangs will rend my soul, Should fortune still, with stern control, Forbid me this delight.

I know not if my bliss were vain, For all the force of parting pain Forbade suspicious doubts to reign, When exiled from her sight: Yet now what double wo for me, Just at the close of eve, to see The dayspring of delight.