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Come Rest in this Bosom (Edgar Allan Poe's favourite song)

Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here: Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last. Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torments, through glory and shame! I knew 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, -- Sill thy Angel I'll be, 'mid the horrors of this, -- Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, And shield thee, and save thee, or perish there too! by Thomas Moore (1779-1852) Music notation can be found here: http://www.houseofusher.net/ComeRestB...