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A TEXT APPLIED.
Love one another, says the sacred word, —
A good authority, by all admitted;
And every heart by human feeling stirred
Has owned the high command as for it fitted.
Without this love the world were worse than — well,
I 'm not particular the place to mention,
And yet, howe'er with it the bosom swell,
We must restrict its general extension.
Our brothers we may love, but ne'er a sis
Beyond the limit of a nice convention,
And we should never entertain a kiss
E'en in our most remote wish or intention.
Woe be to him who loves some little sister,
And woer still should he by chance have kissed her.
A good authority, by all admitted;
And every heart by human feeling stirred
Has owned the high command as for it fitted.
Without this love the world were worse than — well,
I 'm not particular the place to mention,
And yet, howe'er with it the bosom swell,
We must restrict its general extension.
Our brothers we may love, but ne'er a sis
Beyond the limit of a nice convention,
And we should never entertain a kiss
E'en in our most remote wish or intention.
Woe be to him who loves some little sister,
And woer still should he by chance have kissed her.
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