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Beloved ! thou whose tender care hath fed
My flickering lamp of life for many a year,
Thon who hast watched beside my weary bed,
And dried with loving hand the frequent tear, —
Who, when each healing art had proved in vain,
With a strong arm thy helpless burthen bore,
Despite the threatenings of the stormy main,
To milder breezes on a foreign shore, —
Sweet was our rest in Arno's lovely vale,
Amid her olive groves, her orange bowers,
And if health came not on the balmy gale,
Better than health the memory of such hours !
