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    dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,
    nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.
    hide it, my heart, within that close disguise,
    where mix'd with god's, his lov'd idea lies:
    o write it not, my hand — the name appears
    already written — wash it out, my tears!
    in vain lost eloisa weeps and prays,
    her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys.
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