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[VII. O faithful heart! on balmy nights like this]
O faithful heart! on balmy nights like this,I long to tell thee all the love I bear,—
My sacred love! that knows not doubt, or fear,
Fixéd in golden round of married bliss;
The rapture of our first betrothal kiss
Thrills through me now, as warmly fond and dear
As when with eager soul I bent to hear
Thou didst not deem my tremulous vows amiss.
Time cannot chill a love so true as ours,
But rather, like a spiritual Sun, matures
Affection's bloom, and brightens all its flowers;
Thus, that which charmed in youth our manhood lures,
For passion wins from age its noblest powers,
And love's evolved from love, whilst love endures.
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