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TRIFLES.
Trifles even are divine,
If affection wreathe them round;
As the constant eglantine
Twines its blossoms o'er the ground:
As o'er stone and rock it flings
Grace and bloom in every part,
So doth Love o'er trifling things
Wreathe the tendrils of the heart.
If affection wreathe them round;
As the constant eglantine
Twines its blossoms o'er the ground:
As o'er stone and rock it flings
Grace and bloom in every part,
So doth Love o'er trifling things
Wreathe the tendrils of the heart.
As those lights, which round the sun
Dark and cold and distant fall,
Snatch a glory as they run
From that orb which quickens all—
So the dark and cold of earth,
Soon as Love illumes their sphere,
Snatch a ray of heavenly birth—
Love can every thing endear!
Dark and cold and distant fall,
Snatch a glory as they run
From that orb which quickens all—
So the dark and cold of earth,
Soon as Love illumes their sphere,
Snatch a ray of heavenly birth—
Love can every thing endear!
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