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MINE.
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MORAL: ADDED ON HIS DEATH-BED.

Turn the Past's mirror backward. Its shadows removed,
The dim confused mass becomes softened, sublime:
I have worked—I have felt—I have lived—I have loved,
And each was a step towards the goal I now climb:
   Thou, God, Thou sawest the good of it.


MINE.
For a German Air.

HHOW my heart is beating as her name
  I keep repeating,
And I drink up joy like wine: how my heart is beating as her name
  I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
She 's rich, she 's fair, beyond compare,
Of noble mind, serene and kind—