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