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Amelia Opie - To Henry, Written to a Russian Air
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How I hail this morn`s appearing!
    It will thee, my love, restore:
Safety danger past endearing,
    Sure we meet to part no more!

Fame is thine, lo! crowds aver it,
    And her smile is dear to thee;
But I charge thee, don`t prefer it
    E`er again to home and me.

Thou, thy country`s call obeying,
    Hast her battles nobly fought;
And, thy ready zeal repaying,
    See, she gives the laurels sought.

But have I no claims, my rover?
    Claims as fondly dear to thee?
Yes, O yes! and, wandering over,
    Thou wilt rest with love and me.

Ha! methinks, thy glances reading,
    From thine eyes my fate I know;
Duty still love`s claim impeding,
    Thou again must seek the foe.

Of my fears too dread revival!
Yet, with tearful joy I see,
    Duty is the only rival
Potent over love and me.
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