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V.
'Twere long to tell how first they met;Some timely service shown
Had forced the maid, scarce consciously,
Her gratitude to own;
That springe, oft set for woman's love,
Doth seldom miss its prey;
From gratitude to love there lies
A broad and beaten way;
And, as the mutual flame gained strength,
More frequently they met,
Till meeting formed their only joy,
Parting their sole regret.
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