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CANZONET TO CARIE.
'Twas not within the lighted Hall,
Where fashion gaily shone;
Nor was it at some Festival,
Where beauty reigned alone;
But far off from the scenes of pride,
That thou wert dear to me;
I gladly turned from all beside,
And gave my soul to thee—
To thee—alone to thee!
I gladly turned from all beside,
And gave my soul to thee.
Where fashion gaily shone;
Nor was it at some Festival,
Where beauty reigned alone;
But far off from the scenes of pride,
That thou wert dear to me;
I gladly turned from all beside,
And gave my soul to thee—
To thee—alone to thee!
I gladly turned from all beside,
And gave my soul to thee.
I sought thee not amid the throng,
Where joy was wont to reign;
And seeking thee—though sought so long—
I sought thee not in vain;
And now that nought can e'er divide
Thy loveliness from me;
I gladly turn from all beside,
And give my soul to thee—
To thee—alone to thee!
I gladly turn from all beside,
And give my soul to thee.
Where joy was wont to reign;
And seeking thee—though sought so long—
I sought thee not in vain;
And now that nought can e'er divide
Thy loveliness from me;
I gladly turn from all beside,
And give my soul to thee—
To thee—alone to thee!
I gladly turn from all beside,
And give my soul to thee.
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And now that thy dear voice is heard
In eloquence and love;
And that our vows are registered
By holy hands above;
And that thou art mine own soul's bride,
And shalt forever be;
I gladly turn from all beside,
And give my soul to thee—
To thee—alone to thee!
I gladly turn from all beside,
And give my soul to thee.
In eloquence and love;
And that our vows are registered
By holy hands above;
And that thou art mine own soul's bride,
And shalt forever be;
I gladly turn from all beside,
And give my soul to thee—
To thee—alone to thee!
I gladly turn from all beside,
And give my soul to thee.
New York, November 20, 1837.
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