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Take these sad relicks, all I hold,
The wreck of fortune lost;
And quick exchange them love for gold,
For one by fortune crost.
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Thy form I must not see again,
Then mark my last decree;
The gold that these, my love obtain,
Convey to yonder tree.
30
This said, he vanished from her sight,
She sank, opprest with grief;
Her eyes were dim, tho’ azure bright,
And tears bestow’d relief.
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Her heart reliev’d, she sought with speed,
Her promise to pursue;
When chance directed in her need,
A wandering pedlar Jew.