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TO - by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN

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First Line: VAINLY MY HEART HAD WITH THY SORCERIES STRIVEN
Last Line: ITS GLORY AND ITS KINGDOM AND ITS POWER!
Subject(s): LOVE;

Vainly my heart had with thy sorceries striven:
It had no refuge from thy love, -- no Heaven
But in thy fatal presence; -- from afar
It owned thy power and trembled like a star
O'erfraught with light and splendor. Could I deem
How dark a shadow should obscure its beam? --
Could I believe that pain could ever dwell
Where thy bright presence cast its blissful spell?
Thou wert my proud palladium; -- could I fear
The avenging Destines when thou wert near? --
@3Thou@1 wert my Destiny; -- thy song, thy fame,
The wild enchantments clustering round thy name,
Were my soul's heritage, its royal dower;
Its glory and its kingdom and its power!



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