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You love me—you are sure
I shall not fear mistake
I shall not cheated wake
Some grinning morn
To find the Sunrise left
And Orchards—unbereft
And Dollie—gone!

I need not start—you're sure
That night will never be
When frightened—home to Thee I run
To find the windows dark
And no more Dollie—mark
Quite none?

Be sure you're sure—you know
I'll bear it better now
If you'll just tell me so
Than when—a little dull Balm grown
Over this pain of mine
You sting—again!