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I would not live with such an one as he.

If for a moment he but enter here,

He looks around him with a mocking sneer,

And malice ill-conceal'd;

That he with naught on earth can sympathize is clear;

Upon his brow 'tis legibly revealed

That to his heart no living soul is dear.

So blest I feel, within thine arms,

So warm and happy—free from all alarms;

And still my heart doth close when he comes near.