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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works </p><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal"><span>that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. </span><br /><br /><span>Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, </span><br /><span>and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil. </span><br /><br /><span>Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and</span><br /><span>the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove. </span><br /><br /><span>Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing </span><br /><span>dedication of life in this silent and overflo...