 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
I LOVE ONLY THEE.
Believe not the slanders that envy may frame,
But confess, when the past you review,
That though malice my couple reproach with his name,
Dear Mary, thy Edwin is true.
I will own that my heart flutters gayly, awhile,
For every fair face that I see;
But though ever delighted with woman's sweet smile,
I love, dearly love, only thee.
But confess, when the past you review,
That though malice my couple reproach with his name,
Dear Mary, thy Edwin is true.
I will own that my heart flutters gayly, awhile,
For every fair face that I see;
But though ever delighted with woman's sweet smile,
I love, dearly love, only thee.
Repine not that festival joys may detain
Thy lover awhile from thy arms;
For with each sparkling goblet he ventures to drain,
He whispers a toast to thy charms.
I will own that, when friendship and evening invite,
I join in such revels with glee;
But thy smile can alone give me perfect delight,
For I love, dearly love, only thee.
Thy lover awhile from thy arms;
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He whispers a toast to thy charms.
I will own that, when friendship and evening invite,
I join in such revels with glee;
But thy smile can alone give me perfect delight,
For I love, dearly love, only thee.
| The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | |