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BOOK THE NINTH.
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Than ever yet had thrill'd her charmed soul, 360When eloquent Affection fondly told The day-dreams of delight!"Beloved Maid!Lo! I am with thee! still thy Theodore!Hearts in the holy bands of Love combined,Death has no power to sever. Thou art mine! 365A little while, and thou shalt dwell with me In scenes where Sorrow is not. Cheerily Tread thou the path that leads thee to the grave,Rough tho' it be and painful, for the graveIs but the threshold of Eternity! 370
"Favour'd of Heaven! to thee is given to view These secret realms. In night unpierceable Enveloped, Death is there, around him wait His ministers."
Undauntedly the Maid Beheld his ghastly train. The withered form 375Of Age: his cheek was hollow, and his eyes

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