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But while on mortal lips I shape anew A sigh to mortal issues, verily Above the unshaken stars that see us die, A vocal pathos rolls; and HE who drew All life from dust, and for all tasted death, By death and life and love appealing, saith _Do you think of me as I think of you?_

FOOTNOTES:

[8] Her lyric on the Polar Star came home with her latest papers.

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Transcriber's Notes: Archaic and variable spelling and hyphenation are preserved. Passages in italics indicated by _underscores_. Greek transliterations indicated by ~tildes~. A very few minor printer's errors have been corrected. In "The Romaunt of the Page," single quotation and double quotation marks have been preserved as printed, in spite of their confusing usage; no clearer edition could be found.