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Status: Indexed

Calcutta February 14th 1858

As the lone Captive on some foreign Strand
Sighs to behold once more his native land
Counts the dull hours before he breaks his chain
And views his home his long lost home again

So pants my heart till I saw thy face
(So sweetly bright So full of every grace.
Clasp thy fair hand, just prove of Constant love
Nor envy men below, nor God above.

The God above wha Constant Mortals sue
Grant their requests & make them happy too
My Goddess thou! Attend this prayer of mine
To be my own. My own loved Valentine.

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