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The Sorrows of Werter

By Johann Wolfgang Goethe



February 20.

GOD bless you, my dear friends! and may he grant to you that happiness which he denies to me! I thank you, Albert, for having deceived me. -- I waited for the wedding-day to be fixed, and on that day I intended with solemnity to have taken down Charlotte's profile from the wall, and with some other papers to have buried it. You are now united, and her picture still remains there. Well, let it remain. Why should it not? Does not Charlotte find room for me in her heart? Yes, you may allow me to occupy the second place there, and I will, I ought to keep it; I should become furious if she could forget. -- Albert, that thought is hell. -- May you be happy, Albert! -- Charlotte, angel of light, may you be the happiest of woman!