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And now what pangs will rend my soul,
Should fortune still, with stern control,
Forbid me this delight.
I know not if my bliss were vain,
For all the force of parting pain
Forbade suspicious doubts to reign,
When exiled from her sight:
Yet now what double wo for me,
Just at the close of eve, to see
The dayspring of delight.
