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The Parting.
CLarinda's Eyes have prov'd Love's Empire True,
Made me, tho' long a Rebel, Own it too;
When I, Commanded, took my last Farewell,
Gods! what strange Disorders did I feel!
How my swol'n Eyes discharg'd ther mighty store!
And Wept, as tho' they'ad never Wept before;
As Snow around the Taller Mountains hangs,
Which Rain dissolves, and to the Valleys brings,
Whose Rapid Torrent threatens all the Way,
Not stopt by Houses till it Reach the Sea:
So was it, when my Eyes, brim-full, o'erflow'd,
None saw the Stream, but fear'd the growing Flood;
And had not I, thro' Weakness, Dy'd away,
No doubt, but I my Self had made a Sea: