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106 I send the ring by a trusty hand, For they say I must die, must die. " Do not be broken-hearted, Lover so true, so dear ; The pain is nothing, — I think of you, And I know that you fain were here. " But you must hold your post, dear, Must not be ruined for me ; Before my letter can reach you, love, I shall see you across the sea. " Only a little while, dear, You will be free, be free ! We two shall meet on the golden street, In the city that knows no sea. Love, true love ! Be happy, not sad, for me." The letter dropt from his palsied hand, Two men lay stretched on the shifting strand ; Like brothers lav. in a. close embrace.