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W DOUBT me, my dim companion ! ~ Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love t A Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, What more the woman can, -—-- Say quick, that I may dower thee I A With last delight I own l It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before ; I ceded all of dust I knew, — What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden, U Whose farthest of degree - Was that she might, Some distant heaven, Dwell timidly with thee !