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256 SONGS, AND THE SAME. THI? love, I proffer'd, was a gem, Unknown in caves of sea or earth, And monarch's regal diadem Could bring no peer to match it's worth. Is it to boast I tell thee this ? 'Or is it that I would u?braid ? Oh no ! but,.when our dreams of bliss From Fancy's airy colouring fade, The heart will speak, and oh ! I feel ' That now it does but speak in soeth, And ask but thine, it will reveal The same, if it but whisper truth. Many, perhaps, may smile with thee, But, say, does Love those smiles impart ? And some may weep--but not like me, Whose tears sprang warmly from the heart. ......... ?Google
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