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LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP.
LOVE is a Butterfly, lady!
Flitting from flower to flower—
Pausing to sip
Each nectarine lip,
And dreaming in every bower:
But Friendship, the Dove, o'er Life's waters dark,
Ever flies home to the Heart's dear Ark.
Flitting from flower to flower—
Pausing to sip
Each nectarine lip,
And dreaming in every bower:
But Friendship, the Dove, o'er Life's waters dark,
Ever flies home to the Heart's dear Ark.
Love is a Nautilus, lady!
Trimming its tiny sail—
Skipping in glee
Over beauty's sea,
And dancing with every gale:
But Friendship, dear lady! may ne'er depart,
Needle-like, pointing the magnet Heart.
Trimming its tiny sail—
Skipping in glee
Over beauty's sea,
And dancing with every gale:
But Friendship, dear lady! may ne'er depart,
Needle-like, pointing the magnet Heart.
Love is a Gossamer, lady!
Floating in golden air—
Ever astray,
With zephyrs at play,
And volatile every where:
But Friendship's a star in the Heart's blue sky,
Over Gossamer—Nautilus—Butterfly!
Floating in golden air—
Ever astray,
With zephyrs at play,
And volatile every where:
But Friendship's a star in the Heart's blue sky,
Over Gossamer—Nautilus—Butterfly!
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