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He woo’d her back to life. “Sweet Inez, live! My blessed Inez!--visions have beguiled Thy heart; abjure them! thou wert form’d to give And to find joy; and hath not sunshine smiled Around thee ever? Leave me not, mine own! Or earth will grow too dark!--for thee alone, Thee have I loved, thou gentlest! from a child, And borne thine image with me o’er the sea, Thy soft voice in my soul. Speak! Oh! yet live for me!”