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How shall I know, unless I go / To Cairo and Cathay, / Whether or not this blessed spot / Is blest in every way?
Now it may be, the flower for me / Is this beneath my nose; / How shall I tell, unless I smell / The Carthaginian rose?
The fabric of my faithful love / No power shall dim or ravel / Whilst I stay here, -- but oh, my dear, / If I should ever travel!