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STANZAS.
And need I say to whom addressed
These lines are now?—oh, no!—'t were vain;
The chord shall vibrate in thy breast,
The truth shall lighten through thy brain!
These lines are now?—oh, no!—'t were vain;
The chord shall vibrate in thy breast,
The truth shall lighten through thy brain!
I write to say but only this:
Grieve not that thou hast made me grieve.
Oh! thou wert dearer far than bliss—
Thou art—thou shalt be while I live!
Grieve not that thou hast made me grieve.
Oh! thou wert dearer far than bliss—
Thou art—thou shalt be while I live!
But hast thou made me grieve?—No! No!
In this World nought for me may be
Of Bliss, Good, Trial, Strife, or Woe—
There's nothing—nothing now—but thee!
In this World nought for me may be
Of Bliss, Good, Trial, Strife, or Woe—
There's nothing—nothing now—but thee!
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