 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
THE KISS OF LOVE.
Yes, e'en in parting there's a pleasure!
One balmy, sweet, redeeming treasure,
Long cherished in the lover's heart,
Else who, alas! could live to part?
It is the sweet, confessing tear,
It is the tell-tale sigh we hear,
It is the kiss of love sincere!
One balmy, sweet, redeeming treasure,
Long cherished in the lover's heart,
Else who, alas! could live to part?
It is the sweet, confessing tear,
It is the tell-tale sigh we hear,
It is the kiss of love sincere!
Thus lovers, too, in absence, borrow
From memory's store a balm for sorrow;
While Hope, with smile divinely sweet,
Still whispers of an hour to meet,
When eyes shall beam with pleasure's tear,
While rapture's sigh salutes the ear,
Breathed in the kiss of love sincere!
From memory's store a balm for sorrow;
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Still whispers of an hour to meet,
When eyes shall beam with pleasure's tear,
While rapture's sigh salutes the ear,
Breathed in the kiss of love sincere!
| The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | |