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THE WINE OF LIFE

When Love offers
Thee his wine
Ne'er mistrust
Its purple shine;
Quaff it boldly,
Drink it up,
Life's best nectar's
In the cup.

Doubts are traitors,
Fears are foes;
They will bring thee
Naught but woes:
Love's of life
The very breath,
Want of Love
Is life-in-death.

Ever say
A thankful grace
When thou see'st
A lovely face;
When she sings
A song divine
Adore as at
A holy shrine.

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