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EFFUSION XXXI.

IMITATED

FROM THE WELCH.

IF, while my passion I impart,
You deem my words untrue,
O place your hand upon my heart——
Feel how it throbs for you!

Ah no! reject the thoughtless claim
In pity to your Lover!
That thrilling touch would aid the flame,
It wishes to discover.