LOVE, love me only,
Love me for ever;
My life's been lonely,
A joyless endeavour.
Though earth were heaven,
I in it for ever,
Of thee bereaven-
I'd love again never.
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If people speak ill of you, live so that no one will believe them.
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,
Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pré
Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward,