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TRUE UNION OF HEARTS.
Come to my heart, belovèd Wife, thou bestOf all my Best, still bettering my worst;
As an ill-grainèd nature if well nurst
May take some bent of good, though ill-exprest.
Thou crown of all my joys, whose added zest
Into a finer element, they durst
Not else disport in, lifted from the first,
Where, Dolphin-like, they show o'er all the rest.
Thy heart is as my treasure-house; and love
The key to turn the wards—“safe bind, safe find.”
Treasures which rust eats not, nor thieves remove;
Treasures to take with us, not leave behind;
Wise as the serpent, gentle as the dove,
Peace unto Heart, and guiding-light to Mind!
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