Chapter XLII

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No! "while there's life there's hope," at least, in love;
Hope that the two shall not be always twain:--
Will it not find its home--that parted dove--
Though severed far o'er mountain and o'er main?
Though night o'ertake it, though the tempests rise,
Alike, through cloudy, and through smiling skies,
Onward it hastens; and, with panting breast,
Nestles at home at last, and loves the more its nest.