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[Ah! let me live on memories of old]
Ah! let me live on memories of old,—The precious relics I have set aside
From life's poor venture; things that yet abide
My ill-paid labor, shining, like pure gold,
Amid the dross of cheated hopes whose hold
Dropped at the touch of action. Let me glide
Down the smooth past, review that day of pride
When each to each our mutual passion told—
When love grew frenzy in thy blazing eye,
Fear shone heroic, caution quailed before
My hot, resistless kisses—when we bore
Time, conscience, destiny, down, down for aye,
Beneath victorious love, and thou didst cry,
“Strike, God! life's cup is running o'er and o'er!”
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