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THE LOVER'S DEBT.
Blessings about thee ever be!
Thou that hast brightly thus for me
Unlocked a Joy-fount deep and free!
Thou that hast brightly thus for me
Unlocked a Joy-fount deep and free!
'Midst Visions of Delight I move,
And seem to tread yon fields above—
I live—I breathe—I love!—I love!
And seem to tread yon fields above—
I live—I breathe—I love!—I love!
Gentlest Creatress!—thou hast wrought
For me a good surpassing thought—
Supplied a treasure—yet unsought!
For me a good surpassing thought—
Supplied a treasure—yet unsought!
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With passionate Gratitude I burn—
Fain would I seek and strive to learn
To make thee some well-matched return.
Fain would I seek and strive to learn
To make thee some well-matched return.
But how—oh, how can I repay
A gift so rich—so glorious—say?
Is there indeed on Earth a way?
A gift so rich—so glorious—say?
Is there indeed on Earth a way?
Ah me! there can but be one fee
Worthy to erase this debt to thee—
To teach thee ev'n as thou hast taught me!
Worthy to erase this debt to thee—
To teach thee ev'n as thou hast taught me!
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