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I thought at first these records should belongTo few save thee; nor meant that many eyes
Should see unfolded thus without disguise
These mysteries of grief in mournful song;
Yet might it unto love appear a wrong,
Aught to keep back, that would perchance impart
Some portion to another wounded heart
Of what these lent to thine of comfort strong?
Then let it be,—enduring for their sake,
Hearts which are bleeding now, or once have bled,
And that from hence some solace slight may take,
That others, of such grief untouched, should say
That here what better had been coverëd,
Is bared unto the garish eye of day.
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