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Reading edition
DOST cherish something in thy heart for me, Loved one? Then give it, lest the time should pass, And we lose something we should have. Alas, How often is this futile aim to be Destroyed by that still dangerous enemy Of love’s best happiness: the fatal glass Through which the hours fall? Ah, let it pass Not thus that Nature meant that we should be! If, in thy character no longing comes, For interchange of confidence or love, How can love live, unnourished by the draught Of that which forms the happiness of homes? If in thy spirit thou couldst but approve, Then take this cup that willingly I quaffed!