PART I.—LOVE.
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A GLANCE—a thought—a blow— It stings him to the core. A question—will it lay him low? Or will time heal it o'er?
He kindles at the name— He sits and thinks apart; Time blows and blows it to a flame, Burning within his heart.
He loves it though it burns, And nurses it with care; He feels the blissful pain by turns With hope, and with despair.