 | Poetical fragments of the late Richard Alfred Millikin |  |
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[Sweet is the time when love is young]
Sweet is the time when love is young,
Light float the downy hours along,
No storm pervades the skies;
In mutual flame how sweet to burn
Each tender hope, each wish return,
And glance approving eyes.
Light float the downy hours along,
No storm pervades the skies;
In mutual flame how sweet to burn
Each tender hope, each wish return,
And glance approving eyes.
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But when misfortune's baleful train
Blast with their frowns his gentle reign,
The fond delusion's flown;
With clouded brow the God appears,
His rosy wings are wet with tears,
And all his sweetness gone.
Blast with their frowns his gentle reign,
The fond delusion's flown;
With clouded brow the God appears,
His rosy wings are wet with tears,
And all his sweetness gone.
| Poetical fragments of the late Richard Alfred Millikin | |