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Come here, faithful Robin, live safe from the storm;
In my bosom now sing, there my true love lies warm.
Ah! Robin, be constant, my true love was brave,
Sweet Robin shall fit and sing over my grave.
My Heart with Love is Beating.
MY heart with love is beating,—
Fond trembler—feel it move;
To thee each vow repeating,
Who taught it first to love.
To thee, my life's best treasure,
I'll breathe them o'er and o'er,
With ardent love and pleasure,
Till time shall be no more.
My heart with love is beating,
Its fond emotions prove,
To thee its vows repeating,
My life, my soul, my love!
The sun shall lose each motion,
The heavens each fix'd degree,
And cease to roll the ocean,
Ere I prove false to thee!
The Streamlet.
THE streamlet that flow'd round her cot
All the charms of my Emily knew,
How oft has its course been forgot,
While it paus'd her dear image to woo.
Believe me, the fond silver tide
Knew from whence it deriv'd the fair prize,
For silently swelling with pride,
It reflected her back to the skies.
