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“Emer, be proud: what woman e'er
Shall praised above thy glory be,
Since hands immortal could not tear
The prize they grasped away from thee.
Welcome the old dear love again;
The heart of calm in tempest stress,
No see-saw joy that dips to pain,
And bliss that is not blessedness.”
Shall praised above thy glory be,
Since hands immortal could not tear
The prize they grasped away from thee.
Welcome the old dear love again;
The heart of calm in tempest stress,
No see-saw joy that dips to pain,
And bliss that is not blessedness.”
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