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A. B.
['Tis in her constancy, and truth]
'Tis in her constancy, and truth,
And faith,—her beauty lives, they say;
With gentle fears, that round her play,
The chaste companions of her youth.
And faith,—her beauty lives, they say;
With gentle fears, that round her play,
The chaste companions of her youth.
The dew that gleams in Pity's eye,
Loves fondly on her grave to dwell;
And those sweet tears that o'er it fell,
Were tears, alas! that will not dry.
Loves fondly on her grave to dwell;
And those sweet tears that o'er it fell,
Were tears, alas! that will not dry.
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