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She gazed a moment half afraid 
The sentiments to see; 
‘ This Arbor Vitce ,’ said the maid, 
‘ Means “ You must live for me.” ’ 
The tale was told, — the game was o’er, — 
Love’s secret all was known; 
They met as they ne’er met before, 
For each a prize had drawn ; 
They met, — and soon a bridal wreath 
Adorned the lady’s brow, 
While love glowed on the cheek beneath, 
And laughs upon it now. 
Ar\ 
