LOVE is indeed a glorious prize！
What fairer guerdon meets our eyes？--
Though neither wealth nor power are thine， A very hero thou dost shine.
As of the prophet， they will tell， Wamik and Asia's tale as well.--They'll tell not of them，--they'll but give Their names， which now are all that live.
The deeds they did， the toils they proved No mortal knows！ But that they loved This know we. Here's the story true Of Wamik and of Asia too.
1827.*
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第一章LOVE's torments sought a place of rest，Where all might drear and lonely be；They found ere long my desert breast，And nestled in its vacancy.
1827.*
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