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XXXVII. TO L. H. D.
Thou ne'er hast learnt in this world's specious schoolTo sneer at friendship, and relinquish truth;
Thy heart, untaught to love and hate by rule,
Beats with the freshness and the fire of youth,
While thy gay spirit's artless constancy
Glows in the blue depths of thy speaking eye.
Would my affection could impart to thee,
Dearest, one half so much as I have caught
In the unconscious interchange of thought
From gazing on thy soul's nobility!
Through the wide world I sought, and found not one
Whose love could do for me what thine hath done.
O blest in life, O doubly blest in death,
To whom is given thy keen unwavering faith!
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