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HIS PASSION FINDS ITS ONLY CONSOLATION IN CONTEMPLATING HER IN HEAVEN.
My days more swiftly than the forest hind / Have fled like shadows, and no pleasure seen / Save for a moment, and few hours serene, / Whose bitter-sweet I treasure in true mind.