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“Why should we part? my Blanch, thy beautyStole not my trembling soul away;
I would not lure thee from thy duty;
No, not to gild my happiest day.
I would not steal thy loveliest charms,
Innocence, nurs'd in Virtue's arms,
And cradled in the lap of Bliss;
I would not change that down-cast eye,
That timid smile, that half-breath'd sigh,
That blush of angel Modesty,
For rapture's fondest kiss.
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