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Beloved, let thy generous heart
From its present pathway part not —
Being every thing which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not:
So with the world thy gentle ways
Thy virtue, grace, and beauty
Shall be a constant theme of praise,
And love of theee — a duty.
Virginia E. Poe.
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Notes:
This version of the poem was written in the album of Mary Estelle Herring by Poe's wife, Virginia.
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[S:1 - MS, about 1841] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To —— (Text-05)