How to Read Me

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TO turn my volumes o’er nor find
  (Sweet unsuspicious friend!)
Some vestige of an erring mind
  To chide or discommend,

Believe that all were lov’d like you  
  With love from blame exempt,
Believe that all my griefs were true
  And all my joys but dreamt.

© Walter Savage Landor