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TO MARY BOYLE
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xii.And you, that now are lonely, and with Grief     Sit face to face,Might find a flickering glimmer of relief     In change of place.
xiii.What use to brood? this life of mingled pains     And joys to me, Despite of every Faith and Creed, remains    The Mystery.
xiv.Let golden youth bewail the friend, the wife,     For ever gone. He dreams of that long walk thro' desert life    Without the one.
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