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NOT occasion makes the thief;
She's the greatest of the whole; For Love's relics, to my grief,
From my aching heart she stole.
She hath given it to thee, --
All the joy my life had known, So that, in my poverty,
Life I seek from thee alone.
Yet compassion greets me straight
In the lustre of thine eye, And I bless my newborn fate,
As within thine arms I lie.