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Poem

Thou shalt not, O my love.
Ever hear my voice in rage
I will bear all thy anguish wild,
Thy grief — thy pain;
My arms shall be around thee day by day,
My smiles shall cheer thee on thy homward way.
In sickniſs, I will be,
Watching beside thy bed,
In sorrow thou shalt lean on me,
Thy aching head;
In evry struggle thou shalt conqueor prove
For death itself shall only us ever part