MS: 'Passion's Cry'

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MS: 'Passion's Cry'

Reason drops headlong from his sacred throne,
Thy dear idea reigns & reigns alone:
Each thought intoxicated homage yields,
And riots, wanton, in forbidden fields.

By all on high, adoring mortals know!
By all the conscious Villian fears below!
By, what, Alas! much more my soul alarms,
My doubtful hopes once more to fill thy arms!
E'en should'st thou, false, forswear, each the guilty tie,
Thine, & thine only, I must live & die !!!

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