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Then take a diamond, as pure as ’tis bright, 
And write some modest token; 
Mid heat or cold, in shade, in light, 
’T will last till the crystal is broken. 
And thus with the tablet of woman’s pure heart, 
When the vain and the idle may try 
To leave their impressions, they swiftly depart, 
Like the feather, the scroll, and the sigh; 
But once be inscribed on that tablet a name, 
And an image of genius and worth, 
Through the changes of life, it will still be the 
same, 
Till that heart is removed from the earth. 
