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Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone. / Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow? / The sunshine is to-day's, although it shone / On yesterday, and may shine on to-morrow.
I love but thee, my Guilo! be content; / The greediest heart can claim but present pleasure. / The future is thy God's. The past is spent. / To-day is thine; clasp close the precious treasure.