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Butter Cup. — 1 Forgiveness .’ 
Our injuries, however deep, may be forgiven, although it is impos¬ 
sible to erase them from the memory. 
Farewell ! I forgive thee ! the word that is spoken, 
At this moment of parting, shall never be broken, 
And sincere is my wish that where’er thou may’st 
go, 
No sad recollection its shadow may throw 
O’er that beautiful brow! not a sorrow arise, 
To darken the lustre that beams from thine eyes; 
But thy future be bright as the tints which at even 
Beflect the sun’s rays on the curtains of Heaven. 
Farewell! I have loved thee as few have been loved, 
With a faith unsuspecting — a trust unreproved, 
Till too late the hard lesson my bosom received, 
And in scorn I retired, in silence I grieved; 
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