Cold is thy heart and as frozen as Charity! - Robert Southey

Truth itself shall lose its credit, if delivered by a person that has none.

Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
That will not perish in the dust.

They sin who tell us love can die;
With life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.
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Love is indestructible,
Its holy flame forever burneth;
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
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It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest-time of love is there.