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But, oh, should Sorrow dim the brightening scene, 
Or Disappointment’s shade upon thee fall — 
Then think what fond devotion mine hath been, 
And still, beloved one! on its fervor call! 
Mine the dear privilege, where’er thou art, 
To mark thy course, and glory in thy fame, 
While Love’s deep fount, o’erflowing from my 
heart, 
Pours its full stream in blessings on thy name. 
