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LOVE AND FATE.
I.
Wry Fate denies me joy,But Venus' boy
Still strings my heart-strings to his bow:
They thrill whene'er his arrows go.
O Fate, how can I view thee?
O Love, how still pursue thee?
II.
Though Love, indeed, be master,Fate follows faster
And snares us slyly from behind
Ere yet Love's distant goal we find.
O Fate, how can I view thee?
O Love, how still pursue thee?
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