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Be this Love's eloquent token, Friendship's gift,
LADY, thy life hath sped within the rounds
prove, For thou hast known them, welling from the
fount Whence they are purest; yet if thou should'st
countAs well I ween thou yet shalt do—the worth Of other's vows, and, for their sake, go forth From thy now happy home, and for its dearth Atoning by another cheerful hearth Thou then shalt gladden; cherish still old ties, Nor, for another's, that pure flame despise, Of Love and Friendship in a brother's eyes.