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if thou wert not so proud and cold, 
And distant, unto me, 
This love of mine were not so bold— 
I were not proud of thee! 
O, I will win a deathless name 
Among the men of earth, 
And lead to new and nobler fame 
The land that gave me birth; 
O, I will win the love and praise 
And honor of the free, i 
And in the glory of my days { 
Bring all, bright girl, to thee! 

Thou of the proud and noble brow, 
Thou of the eye like night, 
O, listen 1o the uttered vow, 
And read my song aright! 
I do not come to beg of thee 
A heart that is not thine; 
I ask a love as strong and free 
As this wild love of mine! 
New Mirror. 






