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What well thou knowest now; 
That true affection, lively, bright, 
Lends to each beam its own pure light, 
And bids it fondly turn to tell, 
The truth that in its flashings dwell; 
That truth then why avow ? — 
That shrined within my bosom lives; 
One thought, which to each action gives 
Its impulse strong, its movement free, 
And guides or checks its destiny; 
One thought, which still must be 
The pivot, upon which revolve 
Each strong emotion, high resolve, 
And feelings which are pure and good — 
Already thou hast understood — 
’Tis one long thought of thee. 
