Myrtle and Myrrh/Let Thine Eyes Whisper

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LET THINE EYES WHISPER

Grieve not, for I am near thee;
Sigh not, for I can hear thee;
Wash from thy heart all memory of past wrong;
Doubt not that doubts besmear thee;
Speak not, for I do fear thee;
Let thine eyes whisper love's conciling song.