I. MEETING.
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gain I see my bliss at hand,The town, the lake, are here;My Marguerite smiles upon the strand,[12]Unaltered with the year. I know that graceful figure fair,That cheek of languid hue;I know that soft, enkerchiefed hair,And those sweet eyes of blue. Again I spring to make my choice;Again in tones of ireI hear a God’s tremendous voice,--“Be counselled, and retire.” Ye guiding Powers who join and part,What would ye have with me?Ah, warn some more ambitious heart,And let the peaceful be!
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