Friendship's Mystery, To my Dearest Lucasia

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  COme, my Lucasia, since we see
  That Miracles Mens faith do move,
  By wonder and by prodigy
  To the dull angry world let's prove
  There's a Religion in our Love.

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  For though we were design'd t' agree,
  That Fate no liberty destroyes,
  But our Election is as free
  As Angels, who with greedy choice
  Are yet determin'd to their joyes.

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 Our hearts are doubled by the loss,
  Here Mixture is Addition grown ;
 We both diffuse, and both ingross :
  And we whose minds are so much one,
  Never, yet ever are alone.

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 We court our own Captivity
  Than Thrones more great and innocent :
 'Twere banishment to be set free,
  Since we wear fetters whose intent
  Not Bondage is, but Ornament.

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 Divided joyes are tedious found,
  And griefs united easier grow :
 We are our selves but by rebound,
  And all our Titles shuffled so,
  Both Princes, and both Subjects too.

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 Our Hearts are mutual Victims laid,
  While they (such power in Friendship lies)
 Are Altars, Priests, and Off'rings made :
  And each Heart which thus kindly dies,
  Grows deathless by the Sacrifice.

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