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May, 18—
Winnie has writ me again—she offers a visit in June;
Some day she must come, I daresay; but that is an age too soon.
What could I do with her? I should be like one reading a book,
Lost in the story and passion, while she would be eager to look
Over my shoulder to find out what was absorbing me so,
And why, when my heart is so happy, the tears are so ready to flow;
And now she would hurry, and now would tarry my turning the leaf;
And I'd hate her in less than a week; and I know it would end in grief.
Alone! I must be alone, to read my romance, for the plot
Is only slowly unfolding; and oh, what a hero I've got!
Noble and true and brave, all that a hero should be;
So much better than I am; and great is his love to me;
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For oh I love him, I love, as a God I could almost adore.
That makes me tremble at times, for oh if an idol I make,
What if my idol were broken? Truly my heart it would break.
What, if heaven should be wroth at me shrining and sainting a man
Sinful and mortal as I? Yet God too I love, all I can;
My heart is truer to Him the more I am loved and caressed;
And surely He cannot be jealous of love He has bidden and blessed.
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