farewell to my home.
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There hearts of all sizes the eye may behold,
Unlike each fair prototype, purchased with gold.
And chains, too, to weave round the bachelor's heart,
Which perchance may be captured by love's magic art.
Unlike each fair prototype, purchased with gold.
And chains, too, to weave round the bachelor's heart,
Which perchance may be captured by love's magic art.
And there waits the Sybil, your fate to reveal:
Then come at her mystical altar to kneel;
A glance of her eye can the future explore;
Your pittance of silver,—she asks for no more.
Then come at her mystical altar to kneel;
A glance of her eye can the future explore;
Your pittance of silver,—she asks for no more.
A line for sweet Belle in the post-office lies:
Ah! the secret I read by the light of your eyes.
But still of your blush no advantage I take,
So in secret and quiet the seal you may break.
Ah! the secret I read by the light of your eyes.
But still of your blush no advantage I take,
So in secret and quiet the seal you may break.
Then hasten away. You will never regret,
That to-day in love's temple her children have met;
But the eye of Remembrance with rapture shall glow,
And the heart's purest fountains of pleasure shall flow.
That to-day in love's temple her children have met;
But the eye of Remembrance with rapture shall glow,
And the heart's purest fountains of pleasure shall flow.
