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REFUSED.

Yet never were they two, -

"A heart's true love is never lost";

Would God that it were true!

"No more we read that day," - thy song

With tears, O poet, is sown, -

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But onward whirled their orb along,

And onward whirls my own;

Ah, blest were they mid that fated throng, -

For I am there alone.

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