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Thy look of love has power to calm / The stormiest passion of my soul; / Thy gentle words are drops of balm / In life's too bitter bowl; / No grief is mine, but that alone / These choicest blessings I have known.
Harriet! if all who long to live / In the warm sunshine of thine eye, / That price beyond all pain must give,- / Beneath thy scorn to die; / Then hear thy chosen own too late / His heart most worthy of thy hate.