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HER TRUE WORTH WAS KNOWN ONLY TO HIM AND TO HEAVEN.
Death, thou the world, since that dire arrow sped, / Sunless and cold hast left; Love weak and blind; / Beauty and grace their brilliance have resign'd, / And from my heavy heart all joy is fled; / Honour is sunk, and softness banished.