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FAITH ILL REQUITED.
I feel the presence of my own despair;It darkens round me palpable and vast.
I gave my heart unconsciously; it filled
With love as flowers are filled with early dew,
And with the light of morning. [OMITTED]
If he be false, he who appeared so true,
Can there be any further truth in life,
When falsehood wears such seeming?
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