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By the brightness of the morning ray, By the deepest shades of night— Thy beauty has not pass'd away; 'Tis ever in my sight.
No sorrow e'er can light on me— But when, beloved, we part, My thoughts are bounded all in thee, Thou Lote-tree* of my heart.
Louisa Stuart Costello
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