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HE LIVES DESTITUTE OF ALL HOPE SAVE THAT OF RENDERING HER IMMORTAL.
Erewhile I labour'd with complaint so true, / And in such fervid rhymes to make me heard, / Seem'd as at last some spark of pity stirr'd / In the hard heart which frost in summer knew.
Th' unfriendly cloud, whose cold veil o'er it grew, / Broke at the first breath of mine ardent word / Or low'ring still she others' blame incurr'd / Her bright and killing eyes who thus withdrew / No ruth for self I crave, for her no hate; / I wish not this -- _that_ passes power of mine: / Such was mine evil star and cruel fate.
But I shall ever sing her charms divine, / That, when I have resign'd this mortal breath, / The world may know how sweet to me was death.
MACGREGOR.