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I will be with thee! there shall not a breezeWanton around thy temples, on whose wingI will not hover near! and at that hourWhen from its fleshly sepulchre let loose,Thy phœnix soul shall soar, O best-beloved!I will be with thee in thine agonies,And welcome thee to life and happiness,Eternal infinite beatitude!"
He spake, and led her near a straw-roof'd cot,Love's Palace. By the Virtues circled there,The cherub listen'd to such melodies,As aye, when one good deed is register'dAbove, re-echo in the halls of Heaven.Labour was there, his crisp locks floating loose,Clear was his cheek, and beaming his full eye,And strong his arm robust; the wood-nymph HealthStill follow'd on his path, and where he trodFresh flowers and fruits arose. And there was Hope,The general friend; and Pity, whose mild eye
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