BOND of pride, and chord of love,
Wreath below, and wing'd above!
Claim upon the feeling heart
For the gems which you impart!
Creditor whom none can pay
But with blessings in the way!

Who is Nature's child accurs'd,
Who of parricides the worst?
'Tis the bankrupt, who forgets
All the heart's unwritten debts,
And the living hell can prove,
Doom'd for him that cannot love.
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