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The mildness which can ne'er reprove,
But in the sweetest tones of love—
All this, my Emily, is true,
But I love more in loving you!
But in the sweetest tones of love—
All this, my Emily, is true,
But I love more in loving you!
The self-command which can sustain,
In silence, weariness and pain;
The transport at a friend's success,
Which has not words or power to bless,
But, by a sudden, starting tear,
Appears more precious, more sincere—
All this, my Emily, is true,
And this I love in loving you!
In silence, weariness and pain;
The transport at a friend's success,
Which has not words or power to bless,
But, by a sudden, starting tear,
Appears more precious, more sincere—
All this, my Emily, is true,
And this I love in loving you!
