True Love.It is the very tune of hearts, and rhythmsTo all occasions truly musical.He sticks as fast to her each whim as doesThe scarabaeus to its curious ball,As if life's very destiny were in it;And as the thing would rather die than partWith what occasions her so much turmoil,I swear by what I now of true love know,He'd dare even death rather than banished beFrom her who has become a part of him. Robert Crawford
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inz Hag wk
