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THE MISERY OF HIS LOVE.
If faith most true, a heart that cannot feign, / If Love's sweet languishment and chasten'd thought, / And wishes pure by nobler feelings taught, / If in a labyrinth wanderings long and vain, / If on the brow each pang pourtray'd to bear, / Or from the heart low broken sounds to draw, / Withheld by shame, or check'd by pious awe, / If on the faded cheek Love's hue to wear, / If than myself to hold one far more dear, / If sighs that cease not, tears that ever flow, / Wrung from the heart by all Love's various woe, / In absence if consumed, and chill'd when near, -- / If these be ills in which I waste my prime, / Though I the sufferer be, yours, lady, is the crime.