Chapter XIX

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May thy dear eyes, thy clear eyes, be
To me on earth
The pledges of felicity.
And may our kindled souls, in showers,
Clothe with gold each flaming thought of ours.
That my two hands against thy heart ne'er cease
To be to thee on earth
The emblem of all peace.
And may we live as two lost prayers implore,
One to the other yearning evermore.

May our kisses be, on lips in strife,
To us on earth
The symbols of our life.