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"I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart? I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou hast call'd me thy angel in moments of bliss, And thy Angel I'd be, 'mid the horrors of this, -- Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, And shield thee, and save thee, -- or perish there too!"