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[There let thy bleeding branch atone]

There let thy bleeding branch atone
For every torturing tear
Shall my young sins my sins alone
Be everlasting here?
Who bade thee keep that cursed name
A pledge for memory
As if Oblivion ever came
To breathe its bliss on me
As if through all the wildering maze
Of mad hours left behind
I once forgot the early days
That thou wouldst call to mind