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I will take with me prayers and tears—if love
Yet lingers in the heart I cannot harden;
It will but raise a suppliant look above,
That looks beyond the grave to ask for pardon.
Long penitence may set the worn one free—
Oh, my lost spirit! make this last endeavour;
Thanks for thy coldness, Louis, but for thee
I had not borne to say, Farewell for ever!
