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I Lost The Love Of Heaven Above I Spurned The Lust Of Earth Below I Felt The Sweets Of Fancied Love And Hell Itself My Only Foe.

If Life Had A Second Edition, How I Would Correct The Proofs.

Throw Not My Words Away, As Many Do;they're Gold In Value, Though They're Cheap To You.

The Thorn Tree Just Began To Bud And Greening Stained The Sheltering Hedge, An Many A Violet Beside The Wood Peeped Blue Between The Withered Sedge; The Sun Gleamed Warm The Bank Beside, 'twas Pleasant Wandering Out A While Neath Nestling Bush To Lonely Hide, Or Bend A Musings O'er A Stile.

He Could Not Die When The Trees Were Green, For He Loved The Time Too Well.