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When eloquent Affection fondly toldThe day-dreams of delight."Beloved Maid!Lo! I am with thee! still thy Theodore!Hearts in the holy bands of Love combin'd,Death has no power to sever. Thou art mine!A little while and thou shalt dwell with meIn scenes where Sorrow is not. CheerilyTread thou the path that leads thee to the grave,Rough tho' it be and painful, for the graveIs but the threshold of Eternity.
"Favour'd of Heaven! to thee is given to viewThese secret realms. The bottom of the abyssThou treadest, Maiden! Here the dungeons areWhere bad men learn repentance; souls diseasedMust have their remedy; and where diseaseIs rooted deep, the remedy is longPerforce, and painful."Thus the Spirit spake,
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