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POEMS.
Know, while these mystic gems are yours,That spell at midnight muttered o'erBy viewless chains my faith securesTo keep the vow, which now I pour.
—"The fellows of this drop shall flowIn thy defence, while life is mine;And sparks like these my eyes shall show,When-e'er they read content in thine."—
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