True Kindness Is a Pure Divine Affinity
True kindness is a pure divine affinity,
Not founded upon human consanguinity
It is a spirit, not a blood relation,
Superior to family and station 
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My love must be as free 
    As is the eagle’s wing, 
Hovering o’er land and sea 
    And everything 
I must not dim my eye 
    In thy saloon, 
I must not leave my sky 
    And nightly moon 
Dong, sounds the brass in the east,
As if to a funeral feast,
But I like that sound the best
Out of the fluttering west
The steeple ringeth a knell,
But the fairies' silvery bell
Is the voice of that gentle folk, 
Or else the horizon that spoke
I am bound, I am bound, for a distant shore,
By a lonely isle, by a far Azore,
There it is, there it is, the treasure I seek,
On the barren sands of a desolate creek